I Am My Own Fairy Godmother

The Hidden Grammar of Beautiful Things

by Marilyn Stivers

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A Powder Room with Sparkle

When Colors Compete

The Dried-Flower Kitchen Curtains

Constraint as Generosity

A Magical Incrustation of Rime

Ephemeral as Material