My mom’s parents, Hazel and David, owned a gift store for many years in West Virginia. I have only faint memories of playing on the floor while Mom worked the cash register. In the ‘80s, when the Huntington …
Yes, ‘tis better to give than receive.
But it’s nice to receive.
Valentine’s Day was so last week, but I’m still kind of basking in the glow. Oh, those little perforated greeting cards in their whispery white envelopes. Oh, the chalky conversation …
Just after the calendar flipped to 2012, I stood on a friend of a friend’s balcony in the East Village. I could see the caketopper of the Empire State Building, lit red, white and green. (Thanks to blogger ...
