five years

My mom, the beautiful and talented Ms. Janice Nichols, proud employee of Planned Parenthood and mother to seemingly countless cats + dogs (approximately 15), lifelong smoker of cigarettes and late-life watcher of television cooking shows, gardener and needlepointer extraordinaire, John Lennon fan and Paul McCartney appreciator, world traveler at a young age and domestic badass in her middle age, a woman with a voice just deep enough to confuse a lady selling me a stereo when I was 13 that she was a dude, a person with the wherewithal to allow me to keep my Ice-T CDs after first taking them away for inspection, a woman who faced several asshole men down, a collector of photos, a camper in the wilderness, a Baby Boom liberal and fine sunset aficionado, lived to see the first black President elected, but not inaugurated, because she passed away five years ago today. She is missed.



She loved Bowie, and taught me to.