I had hoped to find a renewed sense of inspiration during a recent vacation.
I just wasn’t expecting it to come from a petite, dark-haired woman who was born in 1900 and shared my last name.
A bit superstitious, she would rub the lion’s head on a staircase wooden banister, hoping it would bring her good luck on her writing. “Feel free to do the same as we step inside the apartment,” said the tour guide as we entered the home that “Gone with the Wind” author Margaret Mitchell shared with her second husband John Marsh.
