When I was eight or nine years old, I spent my family vacation in Fredricksburg, Texas. That place was crazy. We climbed up a giant rock, ate strudel and schnitzel, and I fell in love with candles. My mom and I were window shopping in their quaint downtown when we walked past the candle store. I pressed my nose against the glass to get a better look at the frail old woman standing behind wooden tubs... Read More →