Category Archives: Memoir

I love Christmas.  Everything about it.  The carols, the weather, the gifts, the “good will toward men” spirit, the lights,  Amahl and The Night Visitors.  The whole nine gift-wrapped yards. But most of all I love a Christmas tree. As … Continue reading →

Author’s Note:  The following post contains absolutely NO redeeming social content of any kind.  In fact, it is reportage of an entirely shallow and shameful incident.  To that end, all of the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent. … Continue reading →

Congratulate me, guys.  I just got finished darning a sock.  It was cashmere and I loved it and I couldn’t bear to throw it out.  I felt just like Meg from Little Women.  (No, I didn’t have a darning egg … Continue reading →

First, dear friends, let me wish you a very happy, healthy Letter From Elba holiday.  I hope you’re surrounded by loved ones- and a great turkey.  And now a Thanksgiving memory of many years ago… “Over the river and through the … Continue reading →

Because today is Halloween my thoughts naturally turn to the golden days when Nick and Natasha were small.  Though they were  born only nineteen months apart- Natasha being the prototypical older sister- they were light years apart on EVERYTHING else. … Continue reading →