Not everyone is a mother. Nor does everyone still have one. Chances are good, though, that if you’re reading this blog you share your life with a creature that fulfills the stereotypical motherly roles celebrated on this day: acceptance of your flaws and unconditional love. So this photo essay is dedicated to those who might be feeling blue on this Hallmark holiday.
Note: Diane J. Schmidt and Frank Morgan (see bios, below) are responsible only for the pictures and captions, respectively; I am entirely to blame for this post’s title pun, which would surely offend Frankie who believes he is a purebred.
Welcome to nuestra casa de Edie y Pancho. We were expecting you and this is my magic red carpet. I rolled it out for you.
Edie’s inside. How was your trip?
Oh, I see. And have ya had your coffee yet? We got some great coffee from Trader Joe’s.
We have a new fence and I have a bigger place to run and play. Do you like it?
The backyard is my sacred space—I do all my thinking here. The wind brings me messages here. I think it looks like Paris, don’t you?
By the way how do I look? This is my best side. Handsome huh?
Excuse me—I have to donate my territory marker.. uh..uh…there, would you like some?
Edie loves my jokes. Tell Diane my six cats in a fish cannery joke.
I sing too. La… la… A kiss is just a kiss…la…la
Bio: Diane J. Schmidt is a writer and photojournalist in Albuquerque, New Mexico and an admirer of all things spiritually resonant. Her writing and photography, which have been published internationally in best-selling books, journals and magazines, appears bi-weekly at The Albuquerque Judaism Examiner. She recently completed a book, Darkening of the Light, about her experience as a photojournalist in El Salvador during that country’s civil war.
Frank Morgan is a Navajo interpreter, cross-cultural trainer, and writer. He loves humor and stories of the creation of the universe.