My mom, as I stated, was complex. She embodied innocence and wickedness in one package. Although Mom and Dad tried to hide it for many years, the undeniable fact that my oldest brother showed up six months after their wedding vows more than implied there was some canoodling before marriage. Not a socially welcomed outcome circa 1953. After the wedding,… Read More
Damnit Doll
While not one given to the art of swearing, I keep a “Dammit Doll†near my computer. Why? Because my mom made it. Period. The doll is comically ugly, and yet I know she thought it was darling. From the hand-stitched mouth to the googly-eyes and yarn hair, it is classic Mom kitsch. The cardboard note pinned to the doll… Read More