I like to think I’m a good mother. I’m firm when I need to be (I’ve stripped their rooms to the bare necessities for punishment) and playful most other times (I’ve sent all four of them the following text message at the same time: “Don’t tell the others but you’re my favorite” just to make…
Doll Houses and Memories of Family
As a young child, I spent about six months living with my father in Spotsylvania County, Virginia before we relocated to Washington, D.C. There, we shared a cozy four-bedroom home with my grandparents, uncle, and aunt – the quintessential close-knit neighborhood where everyone knew everyone. I lost count of how often I heard: “When your…