Nonfiction | March 01, 2000
A Bride for my Son
Dorothea Freund
Winner of the 1999 Editor’s Prize in Essay
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Excerpt:
The sight of the girl’s short neck made me look away. A wide, stocky neck shaped like an overturned flower pot, with no space for a string of pearls. I had always been proud of the slender stems on which the women in our family carried their heads.
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