Here are some pictures from her photo's most recent travels:
@its_just_me_gq took her photo for a windy walk around Essex in the UK, to a place called Narnia, a woodland burial park filled with carved animal sculptures that my mom would've loved—and then home for tea 💛
.@librarialstudy took her photo to Mystic Beach on the West Coast of Vancouver Island.
She loved the beach, and she would have adored this one and its wild beauty. She also liked smooth stones—we used to go camping on a beach where the shore was entirely stones like these 💛
My mom took a trip Ireland in 1995. Sending her photo to re-visit Dublin with @jengotlost, and go to places she likely once saw herself, means so much to me.
.@jengotlost also took her photo to Dublin's General Post Office (also the site of the Easter Rising against British Rule in 1916!), in celebration of her career as a postmaster, and the lifeline the postal service has provided.
Then, she mailed the photo back to me 💛
Seeing my mom smiling from forests and shores around the world continues to be overwhelming and wonderful.
My mom, Debbie Ann Richter-Wallace, loved attention, travel, and people. Thank you to everyone who has helped me give her those things, in a way.
Happy Birthday 65th, Mom.
btw we both thought this Sarah Lawrence Mom College (A College for Moms) shirt was fucking hilarious
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Five years ago this week on a gorgeous spring day I poured a jug of my mom’s urine into the hydrangeas & graduated from college. Five months later she died & they told me this day—the culmination of all she’d given up to lift me up—helped kill her.
I’m still untangling the ableism that convinced us this fracturing was the most our family could have. I still haven't graduated from dead mom university.
In honor & in horror & in case you missed it, my @TeenVogue essay. teenvogue.com/story/success-…
one more because when someone dies, the you they saw dies with them—this is the last photo my mom took of me. I love how she's a little in it too, how she commanded me to crouch, how even though travel was hard on her & she was hurting, she saw this moment & wanted to keep it.
This year has been bad.
That being said, this has also been the year of one of the loveliest things that's ever happened to me: the chance, because of kind people, and the wonder of the internet, and the magic of mail, and #penpalooza, to send a photo of my mom around the world.
It started with a whim—slipping a prayer card from my mom Debbie's funeral in with a letter to a total stranger, trying to vault us both out of the claustrophobia of quarantine and to another land (even if it was just across the river in Brooklyn). My mom always loved to travel.
Weeks later I saw a tweet from @rachsyme, about being moved by a letter she'd received, and the photo it contained. My mom's photo.
I responded, somehow amazed to see that the mail had worked exactly as intended.
Even more people offered to let me send my mom's photo their way.