I was looking for a book the other day (I live in a house filled with books and the books are not organized in any truly helpful way and so I spend a lot of time looking for books) and I came upon my old copy of Chicken Soup with Rice.
The book is dinged up by age, and by repeated re-readings, and also by Nanette (the dog I grew up with���a Standard Poodle of exemplary character who was, however, known to chew on the occasional book).
I held this book in the palm of my hand, and I almost wep...
Published on February 26, 2015 05:00