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

1st On our first wedding anniversary I presented my husband with our firstborn. I quipped, "The baby's all we can afford." It wasn't all though. I also gave him a poem written in four-line stanzas. While "Ishi" conforms to a regular meter, it rhymes irregularly. Since I'd just concluded my first year of teaching English, literature occupied my mind. I've footnoted for those of you who aren't familiar with the allusions. Ishi [1]   One year has lapped our bank of love, Ishi,

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