Betsy Smith

By Betsy Smith I open the closet and catch a glimpse of the pink box buried under a pile of Dansko boxes. The longing returns. The box holds a pair of knee-high black leather boots. Shiny, low heeled with a narrow calf – the leather soft and supple with an intoxicating and expensive scent. I […]

Editor’s Note: The Tree House at Rolling Hills is a condo complex in Lenox where the author goes to write every winter. The condo’s owners call it their tree house because it’s on the second floor, and the sliding glass doors face the woods. by Betsy Smith They have filled it with treasures and art