Touchstone
Each and every night of my childhood, my Mother read to me � stories, poems and collections of numerous volumes. These were read and re-read to me so, when she would skip a phrase or paragraph (in an attempt to hurry through), I would remind her that she had forgotten an important part. Now, I have the pleasure of reading to my young sons, not just at bedtime, but at anytime � quiet times, nap times, skinned knee times and �just because we all want to� times. What a treasure my Mother imparted to me � our enduring family Touchstone.
