• Memoir,  Themes of childhood

    these are the good old days. . .

    January 1, 2013  Two o’clock in the morning. All is quiet – the right time for taking stock. My parents are here,  fast asleep having brought in this New Year with the fireworks we’ve been saving for a special occasion and, for good luck, my husband designated as the ‘first-footer’ after midnight. It is a relief to shut the door…