Memories: His shock of dark chestnut hair, still thick, without a touch of gray after seven decades, a rebuke to the supposed ravages of aging. His blue eyes the color of cornflowers twinkling as he regaled me with the story of Joseph and his coat of many colors, a tale that I only later learned… Continue reading Transforming a Dreary Day: The Power of Nostalgia and Comfort Food
Skip to content
"Nothing that happens to a writer — however happy, however tragic — is ever wasted." ~ P.D. James
THE MEMOIR LIFE 