In 1969, when my father took this photo, I was just a cheeky glimmer in my mother’s eye. The two of them had left everything familiar and moved to Brooklyn, N.Y. She had style for miles (faux fur coat, turtleneck, that pixie cut), but what’s most stunning about her is her innate strength and resilience. Trained as a nurse, she’s a true Florence Nightingale in how much she has given and still gives in protecting and caring for me.
