LUMPS IN THE ROUX

With the approach of Thanksgiving, I am reminded of how much things have changed. When I was a young mother with babies and cats, the preparation for the holiday seemed to take days.  Scouring the newspaper ads for the various sales at the competing supermarkets was a week long event, culminating with the Sunday paper …

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The Butter Leaves of Letchworth

The leaves on the great Maple trees were so yellow, they looked like sticks of butter. Yellow and bright, they were everywhere I looked, behind me and before me, for miles and miles and miles, interspersed between the Birch and Pine trees. I was standing at the bottom of the gorge, a much traveled trail …