Today was my mother's birthday.
I've been thinking about writing a story about a bad woman that is NOT based on my mother. I wanted to call it ,"The Pretty Girl." It would sorta be a female version of "The Rich Boy" by, um, whoever wrote it. Then I started wondering why write about bad people when I can write about good people.
So I started thinking about my mom and all the good choices she made in life. All the choices the pretty girl made in my original story would be made correctly in the new story. Maybe I'll call it "The Redhead." My mom had red hair. In fact when I grew a beard it came out reddish brown. I used to tell everyone I got my dad's eyes and my mom's beard. One of my standard gags.
Fortunately she had a sense of humor.