A mullet and a shag. God help us.
Sometimes you just have to forgive yourself for bad hair choices. In my defense, I must say that it was the Eighties and mullets were practically mandatory in my circle of local rock legends. I also was responsible for Lucia’s shag.
Mea culpa.
The difference is, I paid big bucks for my haircut (sheared by the lead singer of my favorite band) and Lucia’s was free. Yes, I admit it. I gave her the haircut. And the perm.
Mea maxima culpa.
But forget the haircuts for a moment. Isn’t this a totally sweet mother-daughter photo? Lucia and I have been resting our heads on each other’s shoulders and smiling as big as the sky for as long as I can remember. We’ve had our share of nasty spats, but we’ve always been each other’s security blanket, through good haircuts and bad.
I Love Lucia 
Liz, I am enjoying this website so much. I check in every month to see how my Aunt Lucia is doing. I have such fond memories of her spir-fire personality through the years. Thanks for doing this. It makes me miss my mother.
Thanks for the compliment, Norma. It’s great to be in touch with you again. Even though we don’t talk often, I know you’re out there and I love you. ❤