Something new, something square and small but not tiny. Something of a namesake legend, after my mother, the woman who mothered me, birthed me, connected beyond it all, transcendent of this form, of differences in spirit and belief, style and design. The Marilyn Locketmakes me think of a square peg in a round hole, which is kind of my Mom and I. So similar, so different, I gave her a helluva…
The Evelyn Locket is named after my maternal grandmother. She died when I was in my 20s with all ten of her children, many of her grandchildren and even a few of her great-grandchildren by her side. My aunts sang hymns while dozens of her descendants took turns kissing her goodbye. Sometime during those embraces she passed. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed. If only we co…
