A mother's identity, usurped | Like a Girl
Last updated 3/24/2022 at 9:24am
What mother would not want her new son-in-law to cook for her?
It was decades ago. I had just returned from living in Asia. I had a newly minted fiancé in tow.
It was Christmas. The tree, hauled in from Johansen’s tree farm around the corner, was, as usual, festooned with my mom’s White Russian, family heirloom ornaments.
White Russia, known these days as Belarus, has a different connotation now. Nevertheless, it was Christmas, and I had a new fiancé to show off.
And besides – he could cook. Even better, to my constant amazement, he cleaned up after himself!
What better Chr...