A Toast to the Woman Who Pretty Much Invented Bubbly

A Toast to the Woman Who Pretty Much Invented Bubbly

It is dark and chilly in the champagne caves, chilly enough that the tour guide, Corinne, insists I wear her thick apricot cloak over my summer dress. An enormous labyrinth of arching passageways carved into the limestone underlying the city of Reims, the caves could...
There’s Nothing Like the Sister Bond, Especially Now

There’s Nothing Like the Sister Bond, Especially Now

In our family, there were two of us. Two sisters. We were the girls. Marion and Nancy. Or Mancy, as my father sometimes called us interchangeably. I was the smart one, she was the pretty one. I was the plump brunette tripping over her own feet, she was the petite...

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