We are the windows through which our children first see the world. Let us be conscious of the view.
Mitten Strings for God: Reflections for Mothers in a HurryIf the US is a human melting pot, then Eastern Europe is a scrap yard.
The Last Window-Giraffe: A Picture Dictionary for the over FivesNever does one so constantly see so many different things as when peering from a small window.
Lieutenant Lockeast, And Other StoriesLife is a cat asleep on the window sill suddenly waking as it falls from the third floor.
Venezia è un pesce. Una guida