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We were all standing on the porch, hugging necks, laughing, and saying, “Come here and give me a little more sugar before I go,” but my husband was sitting alone in the dark car, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, veins…Continue
The Sunday before Labor Day, I counted no less than eight men wearing their seersucker suits in church, and later at brunch another four in seersucker pants and blazers. I had already worn my pink seersucker pants and blue seersucker sundress in the previous days (not at the same time). We all knew to get in one last fling with the cool fabric, because come Labor Day, the seersucker goes to the back of the closet just like the white shoes.…Continue
Every morning before we would enter the church, Mr. Jones, our church’s…Continue