The Washington Post
30th November 1997
Some people bring home strays. My mother brings home orphans. By orphans, I do not mean young, parentless children whom my mother raises as her own; I mean adults, or even whole families. The people my mother collects are circumstantial orphans-they are new in town, their accommodation fell through, they just moved into a house and have nothing to eat, a spouse is away, or some other situation that leaves them in need of, well, a mother.
Many of these orphans are men, which says something about the charm my Southern-bred mother possesses.…
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