The Bagaduce Market

I wanted to spend some time at the center of things in Coddington, so one day last week I showed Continue Reading →


I’m told that my mother got her first full-time job in 1937 only because one “Dotty Smith” had appendicitis and Continue Reading →

Do You Remember?

O Beloved, do you remember the light dancing on the stairs, the snow falling, and the two of us, alone Continue Reading →