read clooney politics My mom was a natural winker. Giver of spontaneous affection and recognizer of human beauty. An intelligence that comes from being sensitive and empathetic. Winkers have a sense of humor which is generous and warm to others, even strangers. Mom was also quite a waver. She waved with her right hand, and her hand moved from left to right once only and ended with a sort of salute to you. She liked George Clooney, and those classic Hollywood dark-haired men with the mischief thing in the smile. Robert Mitchum, Gregory Peck, Cary Grant. It didn’t hurt that George is the nephew of one her favorite singers, Rosemary “C’mon a my House” Clooney.
Mom wasn’t an over-user of the wink. It would come when I didn’t expect it, surprising my heart into feeling like it was the house we were all sitting in. I felt not only special, but that she liked who I was, maybe remembered me as her baby, her toddler, her teenager, her runaway…I was her child who became her cohort. In that wink, Mom reminded me that she was still a secret conductor of love and laughter under the radar of normal family frequencies, and that I need never worry about not being known in this world.