Each Thanksgiving morning, I heat the casseroles and pies I made the night before in the oven, childhood excitement filling me as a catch snippets of the parade on TV. I always wish we could delay our departure until my boys get a glimpse of Santa (the parade’s caboose), but we must make it to […]
Category Archives: Treasured Books
The Lake District in England is overlaid with many a poem and book. Ten years ago, when I set foot there for the first (and only) time, it was already familiar, beloved even, for I had been touched by Wordsworth’s poems and delighted by Beatrix Potter’s picture books. Similarly, this month as I baked pumpkin […]