NANCY BRIER

Nancy Brier

Behind the pen counter at Selfridges Department store in London, I had two and half square feet to call my own.  In front of me a glass display case gleamed with

pens that sparkled like jewels....more

Nancy Brier

Cigarette smoke overwhelmed me as soon I as pushed open the smudged glass door, noxious fumes mingling with a pungent undertone of stale beer.  I have come to associate that thick odor with the VFW in Lee’s Summit Missouri and the Thursday nights I spent there with my dad. ....more

Nancy Brier

Every year I indulge in a secret relationship.  This year, it’s with a sculptor.  Brian was irresistible.  Sandy blond hair, an old grey tee shirt, comfortable looking jeans, the guy had the look of an artist who was successful in his work and comfortable in his skin.  A nice catch....more