She loved me, and that was the best part.

Aunt Margie was a working mom when working mothers were the exception, not the rule. And yet her three daughters never felt short-changed or neglected or unloved.

Quite the opposite. She worked to help provide for them. They knew it.

She worked mostly in dime stores, back when dime stores were important and ubiquitous, before big-box discount stores impersonalized small-town commerce. The dime store was where you went for fabric and buttons and toys and candy, and just about everything else crucial to civilized livin...

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