I’m working on a slide show for my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary celebration. In the process, I came across this shot of my mom – taken 45+ years ago.
There’s something about seeing her in this way – young, seemingly carefree, not knowing what the journey ahead would bring – that is so profound when juxtaposed to the word above her head.
DEFIANCE.
I’m compelled by this word…on behalf of women, my own story, my daughters, my mother.
Perhaps this will be the name of my some-day-hoped-for book: A Daughter of Defiance. And perhaps this photo of my mom should grace the cover…