My roots have never left me... because the very first memory I have is my mom singing and me singing with her. — Charlie Haden Copy Share Image
My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway… — Loni Anderson Copy Share Image
Like any black kid on a Sunday, your mom's cleaning the house to music. So that was, like, my very first memory.… — Giveon Copy Share Image
'Black Beauty,' by Anna Sewell, remains a star-dusted memory because my mom read it aloud to my sister and me at night… — Scott Turow Copy Share Image
