Some of you may be curious about the story; it was a contest in the tradition of Earnest Hemingway. He wrote the first six-word story; some say it was seven, but who knows for sure. It went, "For sale: baby shoes, never used," if I'm not mistaken. My mother's story is somewhat less maudlin; "Alas, her teeth remained in Spain". I love the image of an elderly person traveling to Spain and leaving her teeth in a bar in Madrid after using them as clackers during a night of Flamenco dancing.
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About the Author
Lucie Shores McCommon has lived and worked in many places through her life as a pianist, opera coach, and non-profit director (in time of drought for artists) and as a mother of three sons. Her writing was done largely in-between engagements where she worked at the Conservatory of Vienna, the AIMS program in Graz, and touring with Spanish tenors over the course of 30 years.