“Red was a subtle but powerful part of my childhood. Our home in Valley Forge had pops of red here and there: the clay tennis court where my mother taught us to play; the runner that went up our front stairs; her velvet porter’s chair at the bottom of the staircase, and the ribbons she decorated the house with at Christmas. My friends and family carry a red ribbon for good luck. It’s a tradition my grandmother Lillian started.” — Tory
