Rich: The turmoil of Tink’s eating habits

Everything about the family in which I grew up, was modest. Mama made her clothes and mine and, sometimes, my summer shorts or play dresses were made from leftover scraps. She was thrifty. She’d spend meticulous time, laying out a pattern on the material, turning the pieces in every possible direction until she had decided how to position the pattern pieces to save yardage so she could make me…