“The Dollhouse became a lens through which I could see my birth mother and myself. I could safely question my personal history and interrogate the myths of adoption, identity, feminism, and home.”
“You can’t go alone,” Diane says…
“It was in this neither-water-nor-air place where Helen could put a shape on her mother’s shift from restless solid to breathless mystery.”
By CH Summie
In her lyrical prose, Bills shares her landscape of loss and survival in chapters that are deeply moving, sometimes humorous, and memorable.