John Russell McCarthy’s poem took me back years to the boreal forests of Northern Manitoba, where I grew up. I vividly recall walking among the poplars in early September. This brief, lyrical poem …| Rebecca's Reading Room
There are some books that linger quietly in the back of your mind long after you’ve read the final page—books that feel like a warm cup of tea on a rainy afternoon. The Last Garden in England by Ju…| Rebecca's Reading Room