by Debra Darvick | Jan 19, 2012 | Musings
On the grounds of an interfaith center, the labyrinth is located a skinny mile from our house. I had never visited despite meaning to, despite driving by it at least twice a month on my way to somewhere else. You know how it is; we need out-of-towners to get us to...
by Debra Darvick | Jan 4, 2012 | Bookshelf
Had Jeff Zaslow been the father of three sons instead of three daughters, he might never have written The Magic Room. Sweetly committed to understanding the girls in his life, Zaslow, “wanted to write a nonfiction book about the love we all wish for our...
by Debra Darvick | Jan 2, 2012 | Musings
I don’t wear my grandmother’s gloves too often. Too scared I’ll lose them. But last week, we went out special and at the last minute I removed a pair from the chest in the hall where I keep them. Black suede, their leather cuffs are strewn with flowers embroidered...
