Thanksgiving came early this year, didn't it? I keep feeling like I need to frantically rush into Christmas preparations, and then I rem...

Where shall I begin? Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first? (Jane Austen, in a letter to her sister, 1808) So...

The Mist and All Dixie Willson I like the fall, The mist and all. I like the night owl's Lonely call -- And wailing sound Of win...

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My Little Miss loves the written word. She scribbles notes and reminders and stories and plays throughout the day. I finally requested that ...