Every year my mom buys the same Susan Branch calendar for each of us. She always forgets to give it to me at Christmas so she has to mail it, which is always a process because she has to find the calendar, which has usually been misplaced, and the stamps, and you know how that goes. Also, every time she mails me something, she also sends the newspaper page with all the puzzles and an article she thinks I would like (this one is about wooden spoons, which I think it’s for my son Nick, but maybe not). Whenever I look at my calendar, I picture my mom standing in her kitchen looking at hers on the refrigerator. It’s a very comforting thought.
