My grandmother Kenison crocheted afghans and made the world’s best doughnuts, two skills I still wish I’d learned from her…
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The View from My Window
The Christmas gift I remember most vividly from my childhood wasn’t one I received myself. Early one autumn, just over…
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Gifts
It is still dark as I type these words, though I’ve been awake for hours on this snow-hushed morning of…
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