Every Sunday Should Start with Something Sweet
A Personal Essay by Claire Peretta I can recall how, growing up, the soft light of Sunday mornings would caress my face, as if reaching their sunbeam arms through window blinds to tap my shoulder and say Good morning! It’s time to get up. While I was always a bit slow to rise, the Sun knew that the second I heard the heavy shuffling of … Continue reading Every Sunday Should Start with Something Sweet
