Stories. Every family has them. My family’s story began with my parents both on skis. Legend has it they were at the top-turn-of-the-nose-dive in Stowe, Vermont when they met, the year was 1950. Once home, my mother, along with the yarn, cast her spell of love onto the needles she used to knit a long stocking hat for […]
My Parent’s Letters
“It was simple prophecy.” My mother used to say when describing both her vision and the prediction that she would marry my father the first time she laid eyes on him. “I could see it…” her hand open in front of her as if she were showing me a painting, then with eyes closed, […]
