Beauty Parlor Memories for Mothers Day

A Mothers Day without my own beloved mother means it’s a day of beloved mother memories. When I was a pre-schooler, I shadowed my mid-century mother everywhere she went. I was her Baba Looey to her Quick Draw McGraw, Boo

Kate Smith’s America

It was the 1930’s. While a rotund and darn proud of it Kate Smith was belting out “God Bless America” causing a lump to form in our throats, and  our antiseptic kitchens were tastefully adorned with ceramic mammy and pappy