by Rose Ferguson It was Sunday morning brunch in Mabou. I was SO HUNGRY and the tiny diner we were eating in was packed. I felt that the wait was unusually long and started complaining with such comments as, “What…do they need to wait for the hens to lay the eggs?” Jo-Anne seemed to know [...]
by Rose Ferguson I remember that one year my parents took us to Detroit for Thanksgiving. It was supposed to be a surprise for my grandparents, that all their children and grandchildren would be home for Thanksgiving. I had sprained my wrist on the playground at school, and I had some sort of soft cast [...]
by Rose Ferguson My sister Gillian and I love to shop when we are together. We haven’t let my two small children get in the way of this habit. My almost-three-year-old daughter, Natalia, is very mature for her age and can go places that most kids her age never would. One day, Gillian and I [...]
My daughter Rose was born in March of 1980. Of my three children, she was at least at first the best-behaved baby. She even managed to be born quickly, and close to lunchtime, rather than in the middle of the night. For the first month, she had a crib in our bedroom. Our townhouse had [...]