Mary, Full of Grace, with a Little Splash of Vinegar

There were some Southern traditions that my mother seemed to delight in ignoring. One was wearing roses on Mother’s Day: red if your mother was alive, white if she was deceased. I can almost imagine her wearing a dandelion in defiance of that tradition.  It wasn’t that she had a fraught relationship with her mother; …

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