Because I knew how much she appreciated our gift — and because she had found such a creative way to make it her own — I gratefully accepted this art piece after Mom’s death in 2001. Although the wall where it now hangs is hardly as prominent, I love that ’80s-style bathroom, not just because of the deep blue Mexican tile-work but because of the warmth I feel whenever I go into it and see a little piece of my mother’s home heart and talents facing me.