During the cold, dreary days of winter, a popular childhood pastime was listening to records. (For those of you too young to remember, records were flat, black, vinyl discs upon[…]
A few days before my 60th birthday, an unexpected package appeared in the mailbox. Tucked inside was a book, the title of which had coincidentally recently been added to my[…]
A few years ago, based on the recommendation of a dear friend (who actually gave me the book), I read The King Who Made Paper Flowers. It is the story[…]