Wyeth, Mylar and My Mother

It's nice that we celebrate Mother's Day in the spring. Because I've been enjoying an unseasonably warm spring here in Pittsburgh and when I wend my way, ever, ever so slowly on a jog through the neighborhood, I think of my mother, who runs much faster than I do. She has always been athletic, even back in the day, when her high school didn't even really have sports for girls, and I admire her for that. And the way she runs, it's about pleasure and fitness and being out of doors. She's brave in lots of ways, but this is one of my favorites. And here she is, taking it easy, pretending she's in a Wyeth painting. A Wyeth painting with a big shiny mylar balloon.