As the wind howls and horizontal snow flies, I clean what the realtors call the Primary Bedroom WIC. Closets like this have layers, like the wardrobe that’s the passage to Narnia…

This is the time of year –as the days start to lengthen, almost imperceptibly but enough that we talk about it—when I haul out my little blue notebook to review what I’ve read over the past year. I choose three or five or six books I liked the best, and add a sentence, maybe two, about why.