{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...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} It's Christmas. We gather around our trees to exchange brightly wrapped packages and laughter, to make memories that will last for years. I imagine pulling...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} In the middle of all the hustle and bustle of the season I keep forgetting. I want to remember that it's not about being busy but being blessed. I want to...
{my graphics are free goodies for you} The wrapping paper lays scattered across the coffee table. Cookie dough sits in the refrigerator waiting for its turn in the oven. Text messages and voicemails...