There is nothing that brings me more joy and sorrow rolled into one than to look back at my childhood. Ours was a house filled with people. Rarely were we alone. That is the joy I remember.
Continue reading “Tonight We Dine with a Friend or Three”There is nothing that brings me more joy and sorrow rolled into one than to look back at my childhood. Ours was a house filled with people. Rarely were we alone. That is the joy I remember.
Continue reading “Tonight We Dine with a Friend or Three”