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My 5,000-word fascination with mannequins resurfaces

This was a stunning blast from the past, courtesy of Joel Griswold last night. He was a source in this 1979 cover story I wrote for the old Sunday magazine at the AJC.  It’s well over 5,000 words, I think. Yes, that’s 5000 words on mannequins. My few years under contract with the magazine were […]

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My mother’s death, a mysterious painting, a call to create

Saturday was the eighth anniversary of my mother’s death on June 28, 2006.  Much about my mother remains mysterious to me, and this painting is an example. I grew up seeing it in the attic of every home we owned. Finally, maybe 30 years ago , I stole it.  A day later, mama called and […]

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The sweet and strange taste of memories

  (This was written for the Omnivore blog at Creative Loafing’s website.) Trouble with my Mac laptop required that I make a trip to the Apple store at Lenox Square last night. I grew up shopping at Lenox — I think my mother had her own parking space — but I’ve avoided the place like […]

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