I originally wrote this post about my mom (aka The German, and yes, she knows that I refer to her as such) in May of 2013. As I reread it, I thought I’d add two more thangs, one of which will not be how I vex her by doing things like this in most photos: …
The German
I was raised by a mother who insisted I be a lady. Or at least try and act like one. My mother was a transplanted German living in a foreign land, in a small West Texas town, trying to raise her daughters with some semblance of decorum. Bless her heart, she tried so hard. The …
My mother, The German, and I rarely saw the world through the same prism. She was German; I was American. She was ladylike; I was a tomboy. She only cursed in German; I cursed in three languages. She insisted my brothers be coddled; I insisted she’d lost her mind. She never spoke of politics or …