Claire
Master Chef
How funny about who you take after when it comes to looks. When I was a child and a teen, I looked so much like my mom that people I never met could have picked me out in a lineup; to this day you can confuse my first communion photo and my mother's. Then, somewhere in my late 20s-30s, I became Matante Claire, my father's sister. Then a few years ago (when I first entered my 50s), my Mom's sister saw me for the first time in a decade or two and said, "Holy S--t! You look just like Madame Roy!!" This is my father's mother. Now, how I morphed from looking like my mother to looking like my father's female relatives is a mystery to me. By the way, I consider all comparisons good! All good women who I can only aspire to emulate.