by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 3, 2025 | Memories
When I was six years old, I heard Santa Claus’ reindeer on the roof of our house. It was Christmas Eve, of course, and I knew just what to listen for. We’d been singing about it for the last two weeks in our first-grade music class—punctuating our squeaky voices with... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jul 16, 2025 | Memories
What is it, I asked, as I tore into the package. Daddy always brought gifts back to us when he traveled. Usually he carried home a large chocolate bar for us to split, but occasionally he picked up separate gifts for each of us. For me he invariably brought back some... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Feb 2, 2022 | Family
I have an index box of recipes that I almost never consult. It’s not even a box, to be honest, but rather an old red cloth clutch that a little girl in Japan gave me back in 1976. Keeping the recipes in that pouch saved space back in the day when I lived in tiny...
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