Dolls

Like my last five photos, this week’s selection also shows me with dolls, real (my baby sister Moira) and play ones. Dolls in all forms were a huge part of my childhood. Baby dolls. Stuffed toys. Paper Dolls. When Moira got older, she and I spent hours making up stories for our various dolls, who assumed all kinds of characters. Sometimes we were the dolls, as we talked out storylines, especially at night before falling asleep. I’m convinced this type of play is the root of my adult storytelling and the main reason that what I like writing most is dialogue. 

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