As a child in the sixties I used to ask my pretty mom how old she was. I don’t know why an six-year-old would need to know that but for some reason I wanted to know. Mom would always reply with a smile on her face that she was twenty-six. By the time I was […]
My Mom was an American Indian, not.
As a child in the sixties I used to ask my pretty mom how old she was. I don’t know why an six-year-old would need to know that but for some reason I wanted to know. Mom would always reply with a smile on her face that she was twenty-six. By the time I was […]