I didn’t grow up eating scones. We had toast, biscuits, doughnuts, the occasional muffin, but no scones. The only scones I knew were Emilie’s. Flaky and toothsome, oozing jam and butter, I could almost smell and taste them. That’s why, when I read Emilie’s first book, For the Comfort of the Family: A Vacation Experiment, … More A mouse in my tea
Meeting the Lorings was serendipity. The Wellesley Hills Historical Society holds several items that belonged to Emilie Loring, including her orange-blossom wedding veil and a fringed shawl. When I told the director, Don Chaffee, that I was researching her life, he offered, “I went to high school with her granddaughter. Would you like her phone … More “I love your grandmother.”
“To the readers of my stories who . . . have recognized beneath the magic glamour of romance and adventure the clear flame of my belief that the beautiful things of life are as real as the ugly things of life, that gay courage may turn threatened defeat into victory, that hitching one’s wagon to … More Meet Emilie Loring
The Emilie Loring Collection 