Hey you STOP!!

Junior year I left college to finish up my interior design degree at a private 2-year art school. To pay bills I took a job as the dressing room attendant. Each night I’d sit counting items as women brought them in to try on. Anti-theft tags were not in use yet....

Color. Color. Color.

Me: Can I have this? Mom: No, you’ll have to wait after we divide things up. Up from Florida, the July air is heavy and musty standing in grandma’s New Jersey basement. On the old wooden shelves are a collection of dusty antique vases in luscious colors- teals,...