My mom always yells at me for going through all the old family photos and stealing. I’ve done this act of thievery since I was a kid, and I don’t think I will ever gain the restraint needed to stop. On display in my apartment, I have photos of both of my grandmothers from when they were under the age of seven. I have photos of my parents together in high school. I have a 1989 picture of my brother and me with fake mustaches. I show off our photographic heirlooms as the collected stories of my family tree. I scored this little beauty — with the rare permission — from my mom today.

In my Grandma Vivian’s handwriting, the back of the photograph reads, “July 9, 1958. Cindy [my mom] was 2 yrs. & 8 months old. Diane was 2 months old.”


Sorry that I just divulged your age, Mom, but you look like my sister instead of my mother…so I think it’s just bragging to tell your age.