Comments for: A task spurs pressing memories

To this day, I can’t iron a dress shirt for Sunday without thinking of my mother, who spent more time at the ironing board than my father did at his drafting table. With three girls in cotton blouses or pleated skirts, pajamas or pedal-pushers, Mama… Read More
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