And since I look back on photos of myself when I was in my twenties and say, "Oh, my goodness, why didn't I think I was gorgeous then?", I've decided to embrace good pics of myself now, even to print them up and put them in photo albums. I am the memory keeper, after all. And one day, Flanna might flip through an album and say, "That's exactly how I remember my mom from when I was a kid." And maybe that will make her happy, or bring back a sweet moment in her mind's eye. 
So, here it is. The photo I don't hate. Taken by a friend at work.
What photo of your mom as a young woman do you just love? I have this one of my mom in short shorts and a hippie shirt, with glasses and long straight hair, leaning against a car. And it takes me right back to being four years old sitting on a cool metal glider bench in the back yard, picking mint from the garden, watching our cats dart from under one car to another in the driveway as parents chatted standing by cars. Funny the things we remember.
