What do you do when one of your friends (especially one so beautiful inside and out) asks you to capture memories of her with her mother? You don't hesitate and in fact, you jump at the chance. Alice Walker once observed, "How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must first know our mothers' names." After meeting Joan, it's no wonder why Barbie is kind and graceful with a wonderful laugh. It makes me feel a bit nostalgic tonight about my own mother. Granted, she only lives about thirty minutes away, but we haven't had a yoga night or wine date recently and lord knows it's been too cold lately to go on walks together. Nevertheless, I'm reminded of how important these close relationships are and how my world feels slightly off when I haven't spent much time cultivating them. So if you need me, tonight I'll be researching when Art in Bloom is happening this year at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts, one of my most favorite annual traditions with my mom. 

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