How fortunate that throughout the ages of reason, December's magic prevails. You see it everywhere -- on modest lawns brilliant with holiday displays, in the twinkle of a crossing guard's eye, within the arms of a high school Santa Claus, in a tidy stall of a brand new stable. December's magic rises like the moon [...]
I have considered the house on the corner of Frances and Drew magical ever since my classmate Max lived there with his 17 brothers and sisters, his mother Marie, a professional softball player who pitched in the 1942 World Series Women’s Softball tournament and his dad Carl, who worked for the FBI under J. Edgar [...]