My mother before me
I talked with my umma today.
If there is one person on this earth I would describe as my soulmate, it is she. And she is the one who got me into dancing tango, did you know?
I got her a pair of 2.75 inch pewter-colored Comme Il Fauts for Mother’s Day. No woman can have too many beautiful shoes, no matter what her age.
The above photograph of her was taken three years before my birth. At the time, she was 23, younger than I am now. She is still the most youthful person I know, and she has carried her beauty gracefully and naturally (and, I may add, almost supernaturally) into her age.
Let me have inherited a single thimbleful of her courage and strength, her passion and capacity to love so deeply, her delicacy in thought and subtle layers of understanding, the natural grace with which she acts and speaks in everything, and the savagery of her wit, quick as lightening and sharpened to the thinnest blade — and I would consider myself a beautiful woman.
Happy Mother’s Day.




Dear Nuit,
This was beautiful–and she looks beautiful. And I am sure she’s proud of you.
Tanguera
What a lovely and beautiful tribute to your mother!
Hi there,
First, congratulations for keeping one of the most amusing tango blogs around…
And greetings to your mother ! A delightlfully eccentric personage she is.
If my memory doesn’t betray me, we used to take group tango classes about one year and a half ago. You shouldn’t be that shy about this period of your tango career after all:)
american night! glad to find that you enjoy my blog! :-)
hm, i think you might be confusing me with someone else… people always mistake me for other people, but this is the first time someone mistook my writing for another person!
i started tango a year ago… i just celebrated my first anniversary a few days ago. :-/ a year and a half ago, i was travelling through europe and asia, and was no where near a dance studio… i did, however, take a 3-hour introductory swing class at a studio in midtown, around march 2007? ring a bell?
She is beautiful.
And thanks to you last night I dreamed I was dressed in elaborate and gorgeous traditional Korean dress. Or a version thereof produced by my unconscious.