encounters across the many dimensions of a full life
There were always pies. Pumpkin custard, of course, but also double-crusted apple. Lemon custard with a golden-tipped meringue (my mother’s favorite) might be added, though there were only six of us. If our Thanksgiving feast was going to be shared with relatives,...
Tricks and Treats
We climbed cement stairs to the porch of one of the row homes in our modest neighborhood and knocked enthusiastically, shouting “Trick or treat!” Our mother had created our simple costumes at minimal expense. Nevertheless, we thrilled at the opportunity to don another...