Image via Couture Allure Easter Sunday. I’m 10 years old. While other families are attending Easter sunrise services at the Hollywood Bowl, my family is in my father’s Buick heading to Rand’s Roundup in Hollywood – a restaurant billed as an urban chuck wagon. I’m clutching my Easter basket – my brother is 14 and […]
Continue Reading... Comments Off on mother-daughter relationships: then and nowI had an uncle Danny that I never met. He died before I was born but I saw photos of him in his Navy uniform. He was boyish and handsome and, to the extent that a child can mourn someone she never met, I mourned him. Or, to be precise, I mourned the idea of […]
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