Mama’s Attic: Hangin’ Tough
A few weekends ago, my niece Addison discovered my old Cabbage Patch doll. As an eight-year-old, she was fascinated by my tales of Xavier Roberts and how I had an actual birth certificate with my Cabbage Patch doll’s name on it. Of course she wanted proof of this glorious detail. Because I’m the best aunt ever, I caved and begrudgingly climbed the folding ladder up into attic where stuff from