Hands Around the Table

Ah, the pleasures of supper—a communal meal set around the dinner table every night, as reliable as the spoons and forks set at the edges of our placemats. I grew up in a family in which cooking showed everyone just how much you cared about them. Both my sister and I inherited this sort of…

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And Maybe Mercy

On the table in my study I’ve propped a photo I recently found of my mother next to one of my younger son. Her hair is dyed black, but is nevertheless tinged with silver around her face, and has been set in the style of the times: with curlers and a teasing comb and shellac…

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