Last week I babysat my six-year-old friend, Alex. He and my daughter were playing together for a good while—dress-up, forts, flying balloons, and an electric typewriter. I left the playroom to go use the bathroom, but when I came back, Alex sweetly handed me a little piece of paper, cut small enough that it could have been the message in a fortune cookie. Thanks Alex.
I'm a milliner living and working in the small town of Maynard, Massachusetts. I share my happy home with my Software-Developer husband, a young daughter who likes to garden with me and climb trees, and a mannequin that we decorate with lights at Christmas.