childhood

I must admit as a young child I did not read much poetry. Oh, sure, I had learned most of the nursery rhymes by heart and marveled at lines like “Mary, Mary, quite contrary” and “Peter, Peter pumpkin eater” and would say them over and over again, enjoying the sensationRead More →

I wanted to share these great needlework pieces I recently dug out of storage. My mom made these while she was pregnant with me, and they hung in my nursery. I had them out briefly in our old house, but they have sadly been packed away for the past threeRead More →