Sunday Morning Reflections
Charcoal Portrait by the Late Becky Perkins I am at that stage in life where most of my anecdotes, stories, and thoughts begin like the lyrics to "American Pie!" "A long, long time ago; I can still remember...." It was the 1980's, the decade of frizzy-big hair, neon colors and very bad music. I was young and my life seemed to stretch ahead of me with sparkles and butterflies. I was a stay-at-home, breastfeeding mother, neither of which were really mainstream or even desirable at the time. "When are you going back to work? How long are you going to nurse that baby?" Breastfeeding was basically considered a poor, lower-class choice. Not working was almost a guarantee you would be just that! Ken and I were oblivious to the criticism, often from those we loved. I was practicing social distancing before it was a concept. We only had one car, and my husband worked a lot of overtime at a soft drink manufacturer. In charge of the m...