Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 45 (Christmas 1958, one to Remember)
[December 25, 2023] My two-year-old sister Terri spotted the little bird first and called out in the calmest voice, “Mommy, a birdie.” It was a small bird in a small nest, maybe a sparrow or finch, and was hidden within the branches of our new Christmas tree. Now, the bird was flying in a panic inside our living… Read More »