Welcome, neighbor. Make yourself comfortable. I don't usually like to talk about myself, but since you asked. I wasn't always a happy homemaker. I was a fashion model until I met my husband Don on a photo shoot. He was the copywriter on an ad for a Russian Blue Fox coat I was modeling. After the shoot, he saw I didn't want to give the coat back. He asked me out. I said no. Three weeks later, the coat arrived at my apartment and soon I was married and expecting our first child, Sally. Then Bobby came along. We moved to the suburbs, for the sake of the kids.
Now I'm in the throes of another transition. It's complicated. But what isn't, now that it's the 1960s?
(Family photos here lovingly borrowed from an album that belongs to Uncle AMC.)