Dear Jane-tongue-tongue

Girl, I cannot believe it's been 29 years! Girl, like what?!?!?

Hahaha...yes, that's how they(we) (mostly the younger people) talk now. I am pretty sure you would not have approved.

Well, I know this will not surprise you...I am not seeing eye to eye with the apple of your eye! I guess the 'eyes' do not have it. Jooookes!

The one thing we did well was laugh. Mum! The older I get the more I have come to appreciate your dark, dry sense of humor! Lady, you were funny as hell. Remember the time the woman in our neighbourhood was dating this short guy and you were like...."Where she find this unfinished man?!?!" We laughed and laughed and laughed. Your laughter would echo through the neighbourhood prompting your friends to call on you to share the joke! I can hear you know! There was no holding back. I don't recall if I ever told you about the time I laughed out loudly in secondary school and one of my classmates asked me if I was allowed to laugh out at home....Girl...what?!?! Yes, yes...I am sure it's okay to say 'Girl...what?!?! this many times. I told her I laughed THE loudest at home.

I told someone recently that although my mum was strict, she never restricted me and as soon as I said it, I smiled. Widely. It's true! For the most part you let me be! I only really appreciated that as I got older. Remember when your sister called you to tell you that I had way too much? Girl, you were like.....let me worry about what Cindy-Ann is doing. Honey you put that heaux in her place! Okay, awrite, sorry. I know she's not a heaux but these day we say anything to kinda mean nothing. I won't do it again. Here's the thing I loved the most! You actually kinda agreed with her BUT you defended me! Like..Bish...don't say Ish about my girl child.

You would always say to me....Cindy-Ann-tongue-tongue, (you called me that because you said my tongue was sharp), I would send you to China by yourself and never worry. Tears are streaming down my face as I type this. You had so much faith in me navigating my way through life. Mum! You thought I was fearless. I am not sure I was though. I think I had to pretend to be so I wouldn't let you down. I think somewhere along the road I became exactly who you thought I was but then you died and life beat the shit outta me. Then I lost dad and girl.........my spirit shrunk. I know mum...I shouldn't say those things. I shouldn't allow myself to wallow in sorrow. I did though. I wallowed and wallowed and WALLOWED for years. Sometimes I am ashamed of how much I wallowed! Like, why? I don't know. It just felt like the easiest thing to do. You know what?!?! It wasn't even easy! Nothing is easy. Ha! I remember you saying the exact same thing to me and me being like....you have no idea what you are saying! Mum! I use to think that because you lacked a college degree, you knew nothing! Hahahahahahaha...what a joke! I know people, right now in this year 2025 with degrees, both celcius and fahrenheit (more jokes), who could never stand in your shoes! They DUNCE! Seriously incompetent. Not like you mum, you were brilliant and fierce and funny and generous and loving. You were all of the things alll of the time....every...single...time. Even now, you are my favourite.

This feels good. I wish there was a hotline to heaven. Oh the conversations we would have! I actually have a short film I directed and acted in that's loosely based on my thoughts about a hotline in heaven. Click the link and take it in https://youtu.be/1r0jpMj1eFk

Please also subscribe to my youtube channel, your baby girl is going places!

No, seriously, I am here doing great fun wonderful things. Doing stand-up comedy full-time. Impacting lives with my storytelling (you KNOW I've always been a great storyteller! Chip off the old block my darling). Inspiring and motivating others. People are dreaming because of me! We do a children's comedy workshop as well. Sometimes I wish I took your advice and became a teacher; I do love working with kids. Well, in some ways I guess I am a teacher. I am using my gift of garb to educate people. Big SMILES my sweet sweet mother.

I miss you! We are all doing well and yes, yes, I always remind them heauxs that I am George and Jane Boisson's daughter! Oh no, I didn't refer to any one person as a heaux! It's a collective noun! Not really but....jooooookes!

Thank you Mum.

Love and miss you.

PS. I may go to China next year!

The blind leading the blind.