The Birth of True Doll Stories

I've been working on this doll book now for about 4 years.  I first got the idea when I saw my mother in law on our back porch carefully combing the hair of a blond Barbie.  My mother in law is Mexican with a sweet, round face and a round body that had seen many years of poverty and joy.  She used to make new dresses for Barbie's and sell them at the flea market I'm Guadalajara.  What struck me was the beauty of my mother in law in comparison to the Barbie. Soon thereafter I interviewed her about her life.  This story gave birth to the book I'm writing about people's experiences with dolls.  At this time, it's probably going to be called True Doll Stories.

One thing that's so exciting about writing this doll book is that whenever I tell people about it, they tell me a memory they have about dolls in their childhood.  I just heard one last night from a male friend in the parking lot of Trader Joe's.  He said his father was friends with a puppeteer and way high up on some shelves in his childhood home were more than a few elaborate wooden puppets that he wasn't allowed to touch.  He said they scared the shit out of him.  Quite a few of the doll stories I have include not being able to touch the dolls and being terrified of them.