... if one can remember without loving, then couldn't one love without remembering?

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

The author lives with one foot in an everyday world and the other feeling about anxiously for a foothold in another more precarious one.

[The writer] wants both to do the best possible work and also to reach the largest possible audience. The result is a fairly normal condition of discouragement.

[To her frequently needed plumber:] How would you like to be adopted? I'm sure it would be cheaper.

Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!

People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.