How My Grandmother Took Me from Dollar Store to Dior
Gramsie wasn’t being a snob. Or, she wasn’t just being a snob. She was trying to school me.
Nina St. Pierre is a culture writer and essayist with a focus on art and feminism. Her work has been published in Catapult, InStyle, Narratively, NYLON, Brooklyn Magazine, and Electric Literature. She’s at work on a memoir about mysticism and madness set in rural northern California.
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