Just my Grandma and I were standing around her dinning room table when she said, "Nice things take time." I'll never forget it. It was like a piece of advice and an observation all in one, and it stuck in my memory for good. My Grandma had planned for us to frost and decorate mini… Continue reading A silver spoon links me to well-known bookbinders and reminds me that: nice things take time.
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It was finally my turn to get to do a trip alone with my grandparents. Both my sisters had had their chance, which involved flying to Scotland on separate occasions to see my cousins who lived there. When it would have been my turn, they moved back. So I never got the chance to go… Continue reading Flying to Florida alone when I was eleven
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I remember getting a shiny round button that said "Jesus loves me" at Sunday School as a little girl. Raised catholic, my family would go to church on Sundays regularly so I got used to the routine of it all. I remember sitting on the church kneeler in front of my parents looking under the… Continue reading Sunday Brunch with Rose
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