The first time I saw my mother was the night she died.
As she weaves together the threads of her mother\'s artistic heritage and her grandmother\'s skills as a healer, Avery learns that while discovering Isabel provides a certain resolution in her life, it\'s discovering herself that brings lasting happiness..
Avery is drawn into complex relationships with the people who knew her mother.
Slowly but inevitably, Avery is compelled to discover all she can about her mother, Isabel.
But her safe, predictable life changes one night when she stumbles upon the portrait of a woman who is the mirror image of herself.
After a childhood spent in an institution and a series of foster homes, Avery James has trained herself not to wonder about the mother who gave her up.
The second time was at a party in Santa Fe.
The first time I saw my mother was the night she died
