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Deconstructing male admiration

By FORTyFIED By Cecile Lopez Lilles | August 23, 2006 - 12:00am

Up until my daughters reached puberty, I knew male admiration to be the opiate of women, highly coveted and trance-inducing. It was a pulse-raising narcotic that had to be handled with extreme caution once ingested...

Fashion and Beauty

Mother, daughters & ‘White Oleander’

By Cecile Lopez Lilles | January 5, 2003 - 12:00am

It was a special birthday present, Janet Fitch’s White Oleander in its first paper-back publication. Its stark black-and-white cover had the orange and red seal of Oprah’s Book Club.

Sunday Lifestyle