The rocking chair in which I sit, creaks every time I move. It’s old like myself, and therefore it’s not surprising that its worn runners complain at the sudden movements. “Creak, creak” it [...]
The trees lined up, erect and stately, like soldiers in perfect formation, in their gold, green and red finest. Garlands sparkled, reminiscent of golden sashes across deep-green chests. [...]
Every summer I get my sisters together to cook my favorite dish: “Vareniki (Ravioli) with Cherries.” It is a fabulous pasta-dessert, served cold, and was my childhood’s special delight.
