I was 9. A woman came to our door that I recognized as the mother of one of my classmates. She wasn’t like my mom. She dressed in comfortable clothes. She spoke in straight sentences. She didn’t wear makeup. She didn’t seem to care about what others thought of her. Not in the way my mom did. I always liked her when she came and helped out in class, but recognized the disconnect.
Love this! So well written
Excellent article! So insightful into the different times, and the vastly different mindsets.