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The Pill Hill Road Sewing Club
My parents moved with their litter to Rockhill Road in the 1960s. The neighborhood was so new that red dirt covered the road and most of the lots remained wooded. An unintentional colony of doctors sprang up: six surgeons, a pathologist, an eye doctor, and a dentist—all within shouting distance. Pill Hill Road quickly became […]
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I Was a Mannequin in a Cannonball-Bed Window Display
Back in the day, I was an art and antiques editor for a lovely southern magazine. I launched on a few odd odysseys. Three French haints dropped in for a midnight chat in the bedroom turret of a 17th-century chateau. (It was a dark-and-stormy midwinter night; I was the only guest.) A crazy collector of […]
MoreThe French Kiss, according to Mom
Twenty years ago this month, my mom (known as Miss Bunny) and I launched on her first grand tour of France. Mom’s period taste in art took a downturn after the Impressionists. Miss Bunny was quite the critic when she studied The Kiss, as interpreted by three modern artists. She lectured museum placards; it was a […]
MoreMom: Wonder Woman without the Skimpy Suit
Peggy, my younger sister, wept bitterly on her first day of school. “Honey, don’t worry,” my mother reassured. “You’ll be home before you know it.” My sister cried louder. “You’ll love school. You’ll read and color.” “But you’re so old!” Peggy squalled, tears of shame on her face. Mom, her hair already turning fine silver by […]
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