In the Box

In the Box

In the Box   As I flipped the calendar over to the April page, a memory leaped to mind. Oh, now that was one of the best gifts I ever received . .  . a brown-paper-wrapped carton, addressed in my father’s handwriting, stuffed into the mailbox at the foot of our...
First Christmas Tree

First Christmas Tree

“Let’s go out in the woods and cut our own Christmas tree!” December 1957, Eastham, Massachusetts. I was eleven. After years of two-week vacations on Cape Cod, which I’d always considered a magic summer kingdom, my parents and I had moved—to Cape Cod! We were just...
C is for . . .

C is for . . .

Sometimes when I can’t sleep and my mind’s all stirred up, I lie in bed and calm myself by making up an alphabetical list: towns in my state, for instance, the names of books, or favorite foods. Just the other night, I got going on Thanksgiving. An ample subject!...

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