The breeze was cool for July, even though the sun poured thickly down into St. Valier on the banks at the St. Lawrence seaway. The little...

In my twenties, I was living in a room in the house of a lady from Louisiana. I called her Lonnie. Her cozy house and considerate manner...

When I was about eight, I had a red pants snow suit with suspenders. The top of the suit was navy blue and white padded flannel. The hat...

Many children experience playing in a sandbox. I enjoyed my earliest when I was a toddler in Glen Cove, Long Island. Here’s a photo of me and my brother with matching plaid playsuits. He was working on a clay pot and was beside a washed-out sandbox on our street. My mother wanted us dressed in style for every activity. On this day, I knelt across from him, head-to-head, as his skillful hands made magic. I don’t remember ever thinking we were as different as a girl and a boy.