As a public school child in the 70’s, my Valentine’s Day often ended in tears. I remember digging into my optimistically large brown paper bag in first grade to find only three envelopes, even though my mother had insisted I fill out mass-produced cards for every child in my class. “No one likes me!” I […]
Lovely review of what sounds like a book to read and savor. Wish I could knit better; maybe I will after reading it.
Mazel Tov, Ruby! Email me at homeshuling at gmail dot com with your mailing address.