My Mother, the activist

My mother would never describe herself as an activist,But I do. She never allowed Nestle in the house,She vetoed Carl’s Jr on every road trip,And never participated in Black Friday. My mother was an activist, in her way. With three kids to raise, a husband, and a job to juggle, She protested with her purse,RefusingContinue reading “My Mother, the activist”

From one Laura to Another

This necklace belonged to my great-great aunt Laura (what the L really stands for). She was the daughter of German immigrants- mother from Prussia, father from Bavaria, he came to the US at 18. But Henrietta came when she was only 2, and spoke with no accent due to her work (as a young girl)Continue reading “From one Laura to Another”