Never Incommunicado

After visiting our children and grandchildren in El Paso, we were driving through utter darkness to a remote place in Arizona. Black-tailed jackrabbits, which can leap up to twenty feet, kept bounding in front of our car. Chuck kept swerving, at seventy-five miles per hour, to miss hitting the jackrabbits. The one time we encountered

Books

My mother read aloud to us once a year; on Christmas Eve, she read Luke 2 and “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.” We had very few children’s books in our home, but someone gave me—the child insomniac with chronic pain—Dr. Seuss’s Sleep Book, which I cherished. Despite crying over trying to read the word “laugh,”