Continuing our belated Mother’s Day festivities, here’s an all-mom miscellany.

With musical accompaniment!

…asked no daughter, ever.

I think I’m doing vacuuming wrong.*

For the aspiring mother.

And for the aspiring non-mother.**

Finally, some modernists and their moms:

And this is a repeat from my last post but I love this picture.

*To which I hear a chorus of voices of people who actually know me saying, “When was the last time you did vacuuming in any way whatsoever?”

**If she can get a copy–the Postmaster General banned it from the mails.

***CORRECTION 9/4/2019: If you’re wondering what a grandmother is doing in an all-moms edition, here’s the story: I originally identified the woman in this photograph as Williams’ mother after seeing her identified as such in several places, including a blog published by Yale’s Beinecke library, which owns the photograph. When I saw her identified as Emily Dickinson Wellcome in the Williams biography Something Urgent I Have to Say to You, I inquired with Beinecke Library and was told it is Williams’ grandmother. But, as I wrote in the previous post I mentioned, she was a fierce, amazing, mom, so she deserves a place here.