My Grandmother Looked—and Lived—Like Ava Gardner

Her ‘Liberated’ Life Recalls A Mexico Long Since Gone

My Grandmother Looked—and Lived—Like Ava Gardner

A few weeks before my grandmother died, a hawk appeared at my window. It came in the form of a shadow that swept across the patio. The figure then sat on the outdoor dining chair. It took me a few seconds to realize it was not a crow—its talons and beak were too enormous. And then my eyes took in the beauty of its feathers, a pattern of white dots, and a red tipped-tail. We stared at each other for several seconds, and then the hawk flew away. A day …

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