PART 1 The oldest thing in my house was an ivory prom dress, carefully sealed inside a garment bag in the attic.
Every spring, I climbed those stairs, unzipped the bag to let the dress air out, smoothed the delicate fabric with my hands, and remembered 1969. I had worn that dress …
PART 1 The oldest thing in my house was an ivory prom dress, carefully sealed inside a garment bag in the attic. Read More