Nonfiction | March 01, 2000

Winner of the 1999 Editor’s Prize in Essay

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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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