Archive - July 20, 2017

  So well-loved it’s often transformed beyond recognition:  tangled shreds of a sickening brownish hue and still adored.  Sometimes tragically lost and never found, irreplaceable.  But sometimes the attachment is fickle; any soft square of material will do.   It can have its own persona, have a cute name, and even take its own adventures. What is this amorphous being of which I speak? The blankie.  Aaaahhh, the blankie. The cherished, most comforting “lovey” (psychology parlance for any item a child finds comforting) outside of Mom and Dad, is that bit of softness-to-cheek that children become so attached to.  …