Mama Was A Showgirl
They say there are certain moments that define you.  A sequence of events or occurrences that can sum up your whole existence and shape the way you view your life forever. 
 
Winter 1967, I stood staring at the TV, transfixed on her as she stood perched at the top of a winding staircase. Clad from head to toe in a sheer lace dress with sequins shining all around her like a winter wonderland. The one visible leg- bent slightly at the knee- revealed the tip of her sparkling shoe placed gracefully against her ankle. You could see the outline of her shapely hips accentuating by her small waist. Then she lifted her arms and an enormous rainbow of peacock feathers framed her as she glided down the stairs. Mesmerizing…. She was a showgirl.