It had been a slow Thursday at Gables, and I was counting the minutes until I could turn off the “open” sign. Sometimes it amazes me how exhausting it can be to sell overpriced accessories all day. We move more scarves and hair clips than fine leather handbags, but like all the boutiques in our… Continue reading

My parents divorced in the summer of 1982. In the aftermath, I mostly wanted to be alone while I read endless library books. I was a latch-key kid, prone to solo pursuits and often left to my own devices. While my parents set up their separate households, I spent a lot of time at my… Continue reading