by Cordelia Mendoza
A woman in Arizona, Barbara, visited my store. I wasn't there the day she came in, but she emailed me and told me her mother's name was Cordelia, said her mom would have loved my shop. She was disappointed as I am, that we didn't meet. It's funny, isn't it, what makes us feel connected to another person, a certain kinship, if you will. Barbara's email prompted me to revisit how I came to be named Cordelia. I thought I'd share it with you all and with Barbara.