Christmas, in my family, has toned down quite a bit from the excesses of childhood. It does lead to some rather fascinating and wonderful gifts. Like Armenian brandy.
I’ve never found a better place to drink a cup of coffee and read a book than the porch of my family’s cabin in West Virginia. In fact, I’ve never found a more relaxing place, period. Because this is what you see when you look off of the porch. (Random side note: that tree that’s [...]