How often does one really have the opportunity to truly savor a multi-sensory time-travel? At my small Pittsburgh apartment, I find myself staring at the dollhouse I’ve recently re-inherited just after Mom passed away. Becoming a mom all over again, this time to a daughter just a few months after mom’s passing may be just what re-fuels the maternal. Once again, I’m that girl again who creates objects made from simple materials: a postage stamp picture frame tacked to the living room wall made from cardboard, a postage stamp and some glue. As I pull out the grimy looking dollhouse...