Family Matters

For me, family has always been a feeling. A feeling of warmth and comfort. Hugs and simple food. Lots of interaction and learning. Family was that imperfect foundation I could stand on, jump on, play on, go away from and come back to. Not sure if we all felt that way, but I did.

My beautiful mother was at the center of that warmth. By the time she had me, she mostly had the hang of things. We were struggling, and my dad worked hard to feed and house his growing family. But he managed it.

Things were never easy. But we were in it together.

This is Los Angeles, California. 1961.