I recently took a “memory test” as part of my application for long-term care insurance. They told me to take it very seriously, which I didn’t, until…
A simple welcoming poem I wrote for my new granddaughter, and for all newly arrived baby girls.
It starts like this: “There was always lots of snow then, and you’d go out with your brother wearing your scratchy wool jacket and hole-y mittens and corduroy pants worn smooth, along with those leaking galoshes, and you’d build snow forts and an arsenal of snowballs…” but the ending belongs to you.
Sumptuous, delectable chocolate-pecan bourbon balls, an easy recipe that requires a few moments of physical violence, but for all the folks who will go “ooh… aah…”, it’s well worth it.