I’ve heard women say, “I don’t want to become my mother as I grow older.” How sad. If someone tells me I’m like my mom, I consider it a huge compliment. My mother and I were best friends. I think you’d have liked her. If you never had that privilege, you can get just a little glimpse in the Darcy and Flora cozy mysteries.
It’s true–I more or less patterned Flora Tucker after Mom. Not exactly, of course. Even though Mom and I shared some adventures, we never, in all our years together, rolled down Deertrack Hill in a car, although I remember rolling backward in a car when its brakes failed and winding up in a deep ditch. I don’t believe I ever explored a cave with her either, although she explored some as a child at Etta Bend.
But, the closeness is there, and the curiosity, and the love of adventure. Flora’s wisdom and sense of humor closely resembles my mother’s.
I’ve heard it said that if a writer loves you, you’ll never die. It gives me a degree of comfort to know that my mom will live on forever within the pages of the Darcy and Flora mother/daughter sleuth series.
How nice to include memories of your mother in your books.
It was a joy to remember and include some of my mother’s character in the character of Flora. Thanks for writing, Morgan.