This is my daughter, Hannah. She’s not a daughter I gave birth to, but one I inherited when I was married to her father, Rodney Crowell. It doesn’t matter— I love her as if I DID give birth to her. She is a beautiful woman, and a fine mother of two baby girls. Many years ago I gave her the jacket she is wearing. This jacket has a long history. My dad took me to New York City when I was 16 years old, and he took me to a bespoke leather shop in Greenwich Village called The Stitching Horse. They measured you, and you picked your leather or suede from rolls of fabric, and you worked on the design with them, and they made you a jacket. This jacket is long, made of green suede, with leather piping as trim. I wore this for many, many years, but at some point my bones were not as narrow, the hips were a little wider, and I passed it on to Hannah. It looks better on her than it did on me.
P.S. she’s wearing a necklace that belonged to my mother!
