Late afternoon on Christmas Eve, some years ago, my mother looked out the front window of her New England home into fading light and snow. “Maybe your Aunt Louise’s package won’t make it this year,” she said. No, we assured our mother and grandmother, the package will...
The garage door opened to blazing sunshine and blasts of hot air. Cicadas sang in crackles and pops. Even Heathcliff and Freya weren’t in any hurry to greet our visitor. Dog days. “Thank you SO much for coming,” I said to Danny Kennedy who installed and services our...
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