The World Through the Hole in a Hanging Sock
UNITED STATESIAN LAUNDRY CULTURE
Texas, 1996, a rural location
My dad stared at our laundry line. “We used to do that.”Read More »
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My dad stared at our laundry line. “We used to do that.”Read More »
It is strange to be thirty-nine years old and afraid to attend a Tupperware party.Read More »
“But who are you married to?” the older woman asked again.
“The German across the road,” I said for the third time.
She shook her head and frowned.
“He’s my husband,” I insisted.
She stared at me. “But . . .”
She just couldn’t believe that I, a white woman, was married to a German.*Read More »