My mother was not “beautiful” but she was striking — the kind of woman every man would look at when she entered a room.

“A week later, a postcard arrived from the Caribbean.  In my mother’s curly, perfect Catholic-school handwriting she wrote that she was there with my stepfather, she wanted a divorce, and that the weather was warm and sunny.” — Chanel Bonfire

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