ARTICLES BY Elizabeth Temple Schoenfeld

  • October 20, 2016
    The lovely white brick cottage, one block from campus, with a rose garden out front and firethorn twining a filigree against the chimney, looked like a house where Jane Austen might live—perfect for an aspiring novelist. Every time I drove past I couldn’t help but let escape a sigh of longing and recognition: One day this would be my home; I just knew it.
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