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5. High Tea with Jane Dickerman

5. High Tea with Jane Dickerman

There are many places I have lived that I revisit in dreams—my parents’ sprawling Upper West Side apartment, their tiny summer house in Montauk, my first apartment with my ex-husband, and a house we owned briefly in Harvard, MA. But oddly there is one that has little...

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4. Dune Pigging and 24-Hour Fruit Salad

4. Dune Pigging and 24-Hour Fruit Salad

In our tidy suburban world, mommies stayed home and took care of the house, the pets, the children, the husbands. This was a few years before The Feminine Mystique, and nobody seemed to chafe at their roles or talked about careers. (My mother held a job as a part-time...

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1. Swiss Steak and Terrible Secrets

1. Swiss Steak and Terrible Secrets

When I was a little girl, my brother and I flew every summer to visit my mother’s parents, Nanny and Bompa, at their semi-rural home in Farmington, Michigan. A flight back then was thrilling, an occasion for dress-up, and we were outfitted like a pair of Waspy kids on...

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