My husband and I have a treehouse. At least, it feels like one. It is an upstairs deck under the branches of a very large old crabapple tree that can only be accessed via secret door. It was an accident of design in our new addition, but a delightful one. Last year, when it was new, I surprised him …
Domesticity
Big Fur Hat
In her last years my mother was always cold, and she complained about it regularly. She always admired ladies she saw with mink hats, and since she rarely asked for anything, a few years ago, I decided to get her one for Christmas. After some searching I found a company called--Big Fur Hats. I …
I see you never
There is a short story by Ray Bradbury--an underrated master of American literature--that I read long ago. In it, Mr. Ramirez, an illegal immigrant, and tenant of Mrs. O'Brian, is being taken away to be deported. He is a good man, and she likes him, but she is unable to help him in the face of the …