My Mother, the Squirrel

Each December throughout my childhood, my grandmother, Verna Schroeder, would bake about a dozen different kinds of Christmas cookies, and she would mail a tin to my family. After its journey from St. Louis, Missouri, to Los Angeles, the tin would be unsealed and out would waft a mix of cinnamon, chocolate, almond, and lemon.… Continue reading My Mother, the Squirrel

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