On Misremembering

  Here is how I remember the scene. My nine-year old daughter has fashioned a muslin prairie bonnet, the kind Laura Ingalls Wilder would wear. She will dress as a pioneer for the school Thanksgiving program, where teachers will showcase costumed students for adoring parents and extended family. “Look mom!” she says, modeling the bonnet. It resembles a handkerchief with earflaps. I say, “That’s lovely, but wouldn’t you like to ask the nice dress-up clothes lady to make one of those … Read more…