I lift the lid of the heavy wooden hope chest in our entryway. I'm young—ten or eleven—and it's a feat for my skinny arms, but I manage it, propping …
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FRENCH & SPANISH TEA—THE VOICE OF PASSIONS
Author's Note: The following is a reprint of Chapter 11 from Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing. At the time, my daughters were ages …