
Notes from Three of Earth Farm: Snowberry Christmas
It’s Christmas Eve in this strangest of years. It’s still dark out the window from where I sit in the … Continue reading Notes from Three of Earth Farm: Snowberry Christmas
It’s Christmas Eve in this strangest of years. It’s still dark out the window from where I sit in the … Continue reading Notes from Three of Earth Farm: Snowberry Christmas
It’s Christmas in the European Theatre of Operations, 1944—75 years ago; but what with letters taking two to six weeks … Continue reading Christmas 1944
I’m spending Christmas at a friend’s wee place on the edge of Hood Canal on the Olympic Peninsula. The Olympics … Continue reading The First Christmas without My Mother
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