When I search my memory bank for what I remember about Christmas in my childhood, one memory always comes first. I was walking through the Ben Franklin dime store on my way home from school. It was a cold December day and I remember the way the wooden floor looked with melting bits of snow [...]
When I was young, my parents would take us to the Morton Arboretum on the weekends in the fall. We lived in a small one bedroom apartment in Lombard, IL, a suburb of Chicago. We had a special place we’d go to to have picnics under a big pine tree in the arboretum. My parents [...]
I love this time of year - the colour of the light in the sky at dusk when it’s not raining - pink and blue, the mist in the evenings and all the Christmas lights on the houses. As I walk or drive past the houses decorated with lights and figures, I think about a [...]