the other woman- the lost feminine archetype?
On Wednesday I went to Nassau to pick up my children from their summer exodus to see their father. I had a long wait, and was too tired to sketch or read, so sat and people watched! I suddenly found myself surrounded by women that embody american efficiency. Baseball caps, sensible shoes, slight bulges over khaki shorts. They were sitting close enough that I could hear their mundane chatter. At one point their voices lower and I can hear them feast […]
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Susan Moir Mackay 