by Christine Prueher
December 3, 2010
Mrs. Iverson knew how to work a room. Whenever the class became unruly, she would summon us into a circle and pound out Farmer in the Dell on the piano. In a warbling voice, with feet barely touching the pedals on the piano, she would belt out the song to the best of her ability. [...]
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by Mary C. Catterton
December 3, 2010
Which one is it? Anxiously I inspected each present that had a gift tag bearing my name, considering the size and weight, shaking and listening for clues. It can’t be any of these. My heart sank. My parents were masters at the art of surprise, especially at Christmas. I had carefully investigated every gaily-wrapped box, [...]
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