Wigs & bathrooms.
Living in Munich, where my mother had served as a US Marine.
She had a great number of wigs in the bathroom, and when I would wake up at night to “go”, I would sit – sideways – on the seat and put on a wig.
I remember the hair tickling my back.
Years later my mother (who had become, perhaps always been, mentally ill) abandoned me and I grew up in a foster home.
I won’t ever know what the wigs were about.
Submitted by Jonathan Eells.