In the period right before I moved to New York I also lost my mother. She died young of a sudden heart attack, on my oldest son's first birthday. The most difficult thing about losing her was that even the happy days became sad. Mother's days still bring this ambivalence, as does my son's birthday. I’m happy being a mother for my children, but I miss my mother terribly. One of those days in 2006 I went to the streets of New York on Mother's Day to do some photography to buffer the pain.
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