Enid Brock is a member of the Wednesday morning women’s writing practice circle and also attends the Friday feedback class where she regularly produces wry, thoughtful essays on food, parenting, families, and domestic life. Her article, "A Real Life Reality Show" appeared in the Creative Solutions column of FamilyFun Magazine in June, 2009. This is her response to the prompt, "My Mother’s Closet."
My Mother’s Closet
She wasn’t a clotheshorse, my mother – still isn’t. When I was a girl, she mostly wore shorts and tee shirts and sandals she had made at the Sawdust Festival in Laguna Beach. No bra, ever. She kept her red hair short, refused to pierce her ears, and wore no jewelry at all for many years, except for the silver bangles all the women in our family wear. She didn’t even wear a wedding ring, because the jade one my father had married her with was broken beyond repair. At UC Irvine faculty parties, my father — who was a Physics professor — always introduced her as his friend, and people who didn’t know better assumed they had an open marriage, which they did not. But this was the 1960’s, and that is the way things were then, in the academic world.