"Great Aunt Mary," asked my sister. "Can I cut your hair?" "Sure, honey," she said. "Go get the scissors."
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Jilda, the Dancing Nude
Our backyard was big enough. It offered thick grass, a vegetable garden with chicken wire and a stack of firewood against the clubhouse. In the corner of the backyard sat a picnic table that sank into the soil on one end, a dog pen for John Doe and a tree stump with mint. As we … Continue reading Jilda, the Dancing Nude
The Mean Lady
I walked inside the rhododendron bush that was two stories high, planted years ago by the hunchback, the first person to live in our blue Ardsley house. We could walk in to this rhododendron bush as if it were a room. I sat on the “horse,” the long branch with a saddle seat curve that … Continue reading The Mean Lady
Circa 77 