On Thursday morning, my mom underwent a spinal fusion in Denver. Her health has been extremely poor for a number of years, and this surgery was an attempt to alleviate some of her pain. Unfortunately this operation required more strength and determination than we originally anticipated; my mother is still in the hospital and her recovery has been more arduous than expected.
Because of her current condition (and thanks to the flexibility of our landlords) Ryan and I decided to postpone our move so that I could be with my mom during her time of need. This afternoon, her three daughters (myself included) sat at her bedside, holding her hand and offering her words of encouragement and support. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
Over these past few days, I've thought back...I've thought back to the early mornings when she and I used to throw our paintbrushes against huge canvases...I thought back to the afternoons we spent rolling out pie dough and dusting our crusts with cinnamon and sugar...I thought back to the nights where she held my tear-stained face in her hands and told me, everything is going to be all right....I thought back to the words of encouragement and admonition to pursue my dreams.
My mom named me after an artist because she wanted to instill a creative spirit inside of me from the moment of my birth. She nurtured my gifts throughout the years, and as a result, I begin my Masters of Fine Arts in three weeks. I owe her my life and my desire to create out of nothing, something worth sharing.
And in celebration of her life and all that she has done, I wanted to share some of my favorite creations...pies. Pies are a part of my family...we can't celebrate a holiday or a birthday without them. I hope you enjoy the past pie recipes I've posted below. As always, I would love to hear you favorites!
Anecdotes and Apple Cores