The Solid Ground I Walked On And The Safe Air I Breathed
When I was 6 years old, my mother and father divorced. He vanished like a sorcerer’s trick and she, until then a stay-at-home mother, went to work. She was very glamorous, dressing each morning in silk and wool, donning tall leather boots and statement jewelry. I had only the vaguest idea of what she did, but I imagined her as one of the career gals … Continue reading The Solid Ground I Walked On And The Safe Air I Breathed
