"New York is a harsh mirror. As soon as I get off the train, my hair frizzes, my thighs dimple, my skin pimples, and my skirt grows six inches longer. I am always a fashion decade behind in New York City. In the Big Apple, I am an overripe Seckel pear."
Nancy Slonim Aronie, Memoir as Medicine
Nancy Slonim Aronie, Memoir as Medicine
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