“She looks so natural,” I hear my aunt say. “I can’t believe she’s only two hundred,” my grandmother replies. “That color really isn’t her best look, though,” my mother adds, and she’s right, because where once our dearly departed was rosy pink and bright orange with streaks of green and blue, now she’s a dismal, […]
I’m participating in the Summer Love Notes project this summer. (If you’d like to contribute, feel free to drop me a line.) Here’s an excerpt from my piece “SwimTime,” which ran on June 8th. She drapes her pink and white striped beach towel across the arms of one of the patio chairs and leaves her […]
But she’ll enjoy the experience, even so, because he’ll lure her in with assurances that he’ll treat her the same, that her lips won’t know the difference.
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