My mother was a voracious reader. She filled our house with stacks and stacks of books, overflowing in various corners, and all ripe for the taking. There wasn’t a book my mother wouldn’t give me—except Brooklyn Pops Up. That one book was off-limits.
Oh Elana, what a beautiful story and a lovely tribute to your mom - you clearly get your amazing storytelling skills from her - thank you so much for sharing!
Oh Elana, what a beautiful story and a lovely tribute to your mom - you clearly get your amazing storytelling skills from her - thank you so much for sharing!
Thank you so much Liz. That just made my day.