After the Annual Bark Hawk Station Easter Egg Hunt, my family returned to my home so Jeff could help me rearrange art and furniture because my FAT LADY, a 6′ x 4′ canvas, is being stretched. The only wall where she will fit, is in my dining room.

So, today, mother called.

MOM: Julie. I’ve just been so worried about having that big fat naked lady in your house.

ME: Mom! Seriously, that was your takeaway from yesterday?

MOM:  You already have those nudes in your bedroom.  (She was referring to my signed October 1970 Playboy cover and centerfold. Dwight shot the twin playmates the year of my birth and wrote: “For Julie who was there when I needed her most” on the cover. )

MOM: What’s going to be next?  Naked men? I’ve accepted the nudes in your bedroom. I just try to forget them and don’t get in your bedroom.

ME:  Mom, let’s not talk about this.

MOM:  Well, let me just say one more thing. There is a difference between modesty and nudity.

Me:  Yes, mother. There is a difference.