Poems, stories, and reflections
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The 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 […]
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Catching a man couldn’t begin too early in the South. Not that mamas coached their babies in helpless sighs, arch glances, and pretty pouts. Those charms came naturally—at least for a few girls who budded early, their hot-pink and lime-green dresses giving the dusty playground a lush look. Their hair, parted precisely in the middle, rippled long […]
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