Living as a woman is like spending time caught in an intricately woven web of two worlds; I am my (aging) mother’s daughter, I am a mother, I am a grandmother. I nurture, I love, I worry, I care for. The good Catholic girl buried in me does these things (mostly) uncomplainingly. On the other hand, I am a sensual, exciting, still- vibrant whore trapped in an aging body. I desire, I am passionate, I am alive. Two framed portraits, one beside the other…an angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other.