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ArchivesYard Sale ReverieThe woman picks up a small, blue-green clay pot. A friend of mine made it. It’s been in the basement so long I had almost forgotten about it. It’s hard to imagine that my daughter will be gone in three years. The thought of it scares me. The space I’ve made in my life for her is large. I don’t know how I’ll fill it. listen: No audio currently available. Order on CD (pdf).
Yard Sale ReverieThe day didn’t go as expected. I thought we’d set out the things we had collected and then spend a leisurely morning chatting with an occasional customer while wandering in and out of the house looking for anything else we might be ready to sell. The girls were prepared, but my husband and I needed time to discuss exactly what we planned to lay out. Instead, as I stood barefoot in the driveway at 8 a.m. in my terry cloth bathrobe, I was astonished to see two large vans cruising the neighborhood. Could it be “yardsalers†already? listen: No audio currently available. Order on CD (pdf).
Yard Sale ReverieBy Elissa Paquette on Wednesday, August 15, 2007.In this web-only feature, writer Elissa Paquette explains that while you can learn a lot from what people sell at yard sales, you can learn even more by what they don't sell. listen: No audio currently available. Order on CD (pdf).
The Front Porch Goes Garage Sale Hunting
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