When Spencer was younger, in kindergarten and first grade, he and his family lived in Leon, France for a couple of years. He actually learned how to read and write in French before he learned to do it in English. This sounds so romantic to me, living in a foreign country, walking the french cobble … Continue reading It’s a Big, Big World →

There are actual muddy handprints on the window in my office right now. My office is also our sitting room, where the record player is, where the bookshelves are. I counted them. There are seven muddy hand prints all in a row. They are courtesy of Ford Young. Last August, I finally sat down to … Continue reading Handprints →