Rodeo Queens

A cultural role steeped deep in heritage

Paletas de Wydaho

By Tibby Plasse // Photography by Paulette Phlipot — My father never left the dinner table without a serving of ice cream. My grandmother Gertrude was notorious for polishing off a half-gallon of Breyer’s Neapolitan—the strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla medley that, centuries later, is still a nod to Italian immigrants. In a laughable attempt, my brother, Keith, who is sixteen years older than me, would pick me up from my all-girls school in his red MG, acting like the cool big brother taking his little sister to Baskin Robbins. He was such a geek of a teenager, but I got…

Waiting for the Letdown

Finding grace in the journey to breastfeed

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