“He lives most life whoever breathes most air.” —Elizabeth Barret Browing I am blessed to have my mother. She is the strongest person I know. She is beautiful. Her love of life and people is evident in her brilliant green, sometimes blue, eyes. We look similar, except I’m blond while she’s brunette. Our baby photos are practically identical. In fact, I was pretty much a mini version of her until my teenage years when I began discovering my own interests more frequently. It be
