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…
