It was nine years ago today that my mother Rita left all of us on this planet. I wish she could still be here, getting to know her granddaughters. They ask about her, and are amazed by the stories that I can share. That's the one thing she burned into all of our brains that knew her...stories. Lots of wild, and almost unbelievable, tales. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to her no longer dragging me along, whether I want to or not, creating new ones. She made the smallest things seem like an adventure. It would have been great if the twins could have experienced that feeling with her. I do what I can to try to capture a bit of her essence, but the vibe when you're with her can't really be explained. Much love to all of you that have love for Rita.