I'd like to say Happy Birthday to my friend Cindy.
Here are just a few reasons why I adore her:
She keeps good gin in her refrigerator.
She introduced me to Eudora Welty.
She brought me pencils from Harrods in London.
She bravely reupholstered a living room chair in white linen.
She bravely reupholstered a living room chair in white linen.
She loves peonies.
She wraps gifts in pages torn from old atlases; where you've been or maybe where you'd like to go.
She's not afraid of anchovies.
She was willing to sit with me up-front-and-center to hear
Pat Conroy speak at the Dallas Museum of Art
which meant when we lined up for the book signing,
we were at the end of the line; the three hour long line.
She cried at Madama Butterfly.
Pat Conroy speak at the Dallas Museum of Art
which meant when we lined up for the book signing,
we were at the end of the line; the three hour long line.
She cried at Madama Butterfly.
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