Inklings Blog

Prose Last month I shared the poetic version of the story of my father's accident when I was in kindergarten. This month I want to share the prose version. It's a chapter from the memoir I'm working on--oh, so slowly! The chapter titled "Evon" is named for the road we lived on then. Memoir My daughters have encouraged me to write 21: Growing Up . It will chronicle the twenty-one different addresses at which I lived through age twenty-one. In 1958, my family moved to 1600 Evon

Christmas is a time of celebrating the birth of Jesus. In the Boniface family, we make merry with a cardamom yeast loaf we've dubbed "the Christmas bread." There's a special story behind the bread--the story of when my father nearly died. I was in kindergarten at the time. Memoir Next month I plan to share that story with you. It's one of the chapters of my life I've been writing for my memoir. First, however, I want to share the poetic version. Why? Because it was just feat