Every night, when I tuck my older daughter into bed, I lay down next to her for ten or fifteen minutes. Every once in a while, she asks me to "tell a happy story," and the following story is one of her favorites. I've repeated it to her many times.
I got the story from an acquaintance who lives in Geneva, who emailed me this account:
"I went into Harrods in London (huge department store I am sure you have heard of!) to buy some Minton China plates for a wedding anniversary which was to be a...
Published on March 15, 2010 14:10