In honor of Thanksgiving: Confessions of a Pilgrim Shopaholic
“I tremble for my influence upon my children. Just this morning, young Abigail came to me and said, ‘Mother, look. I have made a doll from a small rock. I will call my doll Rockelle.’ Of course, I struck her and grabbed the rock from her hand, saying, ‘Be ye the Queen of the Nile, with such gilded pleasures?’ I will confess only to this diary that I have kept the rock for myself, and married it to an acorn, which I have named Mister Joseph Elmsford. Has my evil no limits?”
