My Pops hit the jackpot with this one. Much of the latent trauma of watching our parents split up when I was 6 was softened by the arrival of this lady, who has stuck it out and stuck around for 4+ decades with my dear old Dad—who's been known to get me agitated on a simple 45-minute trip on the 10 in gridlock. For that alone, the woman deserves a medal. While at least 2, if not all 4 of her girls (Tracy, Rona, Julie & Jeni) were still in school, Bonita went back to school herself and became a nurse—a cancer and a hospice nurse. Yikes. She has described herself as my "wicked old stepmother." A quick glance at this photo will prove Bonita is far from wicked. I'd say 99% of the time she's one of the sweetest, funniest, most engaged, most generous people you'll ever meet. And when that 1% shows up you do not want to #$%! with this lady. But at her core she's all love and I'm excited by the fact when Molly and I get married on October 3rd, it will also be my Dad and Bonita's 43rd anniversary. The shared wedding anniversary is one of my favorite happy accidents in a lifetime full of happy accidents. Mucho amor, Bonita!
Do I know you? One man's attempt at a lifelong head count.
NOTE: If you think I might have a photo of you—most likely at least one great photo of you—don't be afraid to ask me to post it (email@example.com) along with a brief entry about how I know you. And if I've met or known you but don't have any photo evidence, feel free to send along YOUR favorite photo of you. (I'm fascinated by what that slideshow might look like.)