The Beginning of the World
“You don’t know how lucky you are to live here, to grow up with all this,” my mother would say, sometimes with a theatrical gesture toward the lake, the island, and the mountains. “Don’t ever take it for granted,” she…
Category Memoir
A Memory of Granny
“A Rag and Bone and a Hank of Hair” (from The Vampire, Rudyard Kipling, 1897) Time flows over memories, reshaping them like wind flowing over stone. When I was about 12 years old Granny, my mother’s mother, told me what…