Sunday Sweets
(by Sarah Zeversenuke)
Every week, everyone in my family got dressed up in our Sunday best (my twin brothers
begrudgingly) to make a trip across London, Ontario, in our big white station wagon to
visit my mom’s parents. We never arrived empty-handed, usually with a hand-crafted
card, a new photograph of the family or some artwork carefully crafted out of macaroni
noodles and string for Grandma.