Several years ago, a young woman walked into my booth with her mom. "This is the one!" she exclaimed, walking over to a soft yellow romper with bees painted on the bodice and full blousy bottom. Smiling, the mother picked out a size 3 months, holding it over her daughter's very pregnant tummy.
My husband, Michael and I often go bike riding along the Columbia Trail. About fifteen miles long, the smooth track runs along parts of the south branch of the Raritan River, cris-crossing back and forth in shady woodlands and open meadows, displaying a part of New Jersey that often goes unnoticed.
