{my graphics are free goodies for you} I’m tempted to complicate Christmas. It's easy to make it about what I do: about how well I can tie bows, and choose party outfits, and make small talk. About...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} It seems every nativity set comes with a story. Maybe it’s an heirloom full of memories, a special purchase on an outing that brings back a cocoa-scented...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I recently audaciously and intentionally asked this question: “What gift am I going to give myself this Christmas?” I already have pink fuzzy socks and flannel...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Confession: I often approach the Christmas season like a project. I want everything to look just like the holiday special I saw on television or the spread...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Hard news drifts in from the television that's on in the other room as I sit at my desk and try to write. Heartbreaking headlines. Scary statistics....
{my graphics are free goodies for you} I pull the nativity set from the box, releasing it from its blanket of bubble wrap. The pieces are ceramic. Pure white. The donkey is missing half an ear. It...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Gift-giving is not my strong suit. I stand in the aisles of stores slack-jawed with my eyes glazed over. I don't know how to choose between the Cranberry...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} Here is a true and honest confession: Christmas and all its beautiful hoopla can sometimes drive me about half-crazy. This is not the fault of Christmas, of...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} We've read the story and know the scene. The unshowered shepherds with the wide-eyed flock around them. The shock then awe. The angels indescribable, declaring...
We wore bathrobes stitched by my mother's own hand, terry cloth rough against our skin in navy blue and dark green. A white belt around the middle. We put towels on our heads, makeshift coverings...