Mom.

This is my mom, and she is a soldier. She is a soldier to keep her and I afloat, and I aid her in that struggle. She is a soldier in the battlefield of home repair, recipes, dealing bland office day job, and against a group of malicious condo association members. She is my Hero. It is hard to really fathom what our parents do for us; the dangers they stroll onto, knowing they're in no man's land, just for a chance of success to be granted to their seed.

The woman pictured above is everything I strive to project in my day to day life and the way I wish carry myself. Her sense of humor is unmatched and her ability to find the positive in any situation reminds me that my head should never be hung.

She's never given up, never given in. She continues to brave the battlefield, strolling out of the trenches like it was a walk on her lunch break, coming out victorious each and every time. I am thankful to have her in my life, and to contribute to her's. Her posture as a human being puts a smile on my face. I hope to adapt her talent of stepping out of the trenches and spitting in the eyes of the enemy; we haven't got time for their pouting faces anyhow.

Jane M. Galloway, thanks for being the shit.

Sincerely,

lowt.






- dream well.