The Real Treasure in the Snow

In second grade, my teacher read us a novel called Snow Treasure. In it the children of a small town that has been invaded by the Nazis pile the town's treasure of gold bullion on their sleds, ride their sleds down the hill toward the shore past the Nazi barracks, and bury the gold under comical snowman.  … Continue reading The Real Treasure in the Snow


Winter Riddle

The farther I fall the more I grow. I look like lace, but inside I'm dirt.  I'm soft as a feather, yet colder than stone.  I'm seen more in multitude than alone. And just in case it's not obvious enough. The answer is a compound word.