On Wednesdays we go way back. This week’s photo is my mom Nancy (the baby), between her mother Elise (left) and her grandmother Sarah (right).
I love unposed moments like this, when people were just being themselves. But I also can’t see it without some poignancy.
I know what they can’t: That Nancy would adore her grandmother, but struggle with her own mother, all their lives. She was caught between them here, and would be often as she grew up.
Sarah and Elise were actually stepmother/stepdaughter, and their own relationship was frosty.
There’s a lot of frustration in this photo. There’s a lot about love, mothering, disappointment, failure, and the ways we keep trying.
Graveyard Snoop 