Apr 3, 2020
7 min read
The Bewitching Power of ‘Miss’
On age and who we call what
My first memory of being called “ma’am” was when I was a girl and a man with a thick Southern accent asked to speak to my mom.
“One second,” I told him.
“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he replied.
This first ma’am was oddly thrilling. To a child raised in the Northeast, being called ma’am…
