“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity. “There’s cold chicken inside it,” replied the Rat briefly; “coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrollscresssandwidgespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater–” “O stop, stop,” cried the Mole…
Outside, coursing in from the west, the amber and violet gloaming has begun. Dinner is over, and I sit at the piano. Behind me a…
As I considered these truths, something stirred in me. My scars are significant and precious. I shouldn’t keep hiding them. I am recognizable by them;…
Here at our house, the most striking evidence of how the world has changed is in the garden. It would have been relatively empty this…
It was an extravagance, and I knew it. I passed this small journal in a favorite bookshop for months, stopping to admire it a few…
On Ash Wednesday, the girls and I slipped into the darkened sanctuary of a church not our own. We shed our coats in a swath…
Someday you may not remember this stage of your lives, my daughters, in which you begin every day with a peal of laughter. I can…