The Christmas Cobbler

By: Jewell Burrow My mother, born in 1920, wrote this quaint children’s story. What a gift to find it again. She would love knowing that you read it to your children this year. Once upon a time, there was an old cobbler named Peter. Day by day, he worked away at his bench, a-tap-a-tap,a-tap-a-tap, trying to make each pair of …

Like a Snake

“Your home must be so beautiful.” My Taiwanese neighbor gushed these words with a smile. “You must have such a knack for decorating.” Flattered and a little confused, I invited her inside. After all, she had never actually been inside our apartment. “No,” Mrs. Li hesitated. “I’m busy at the moment, but I’d love to come by later in the …