I spent a few hours the other day looking through my photo library, searching for just the right shots to include in an album for my mother-in-law. (Note to family members: you might want to keep this one to yourselves until after Christmas.) As I was...

I told my son this morning that I think Santa is speeding up time. He must have a special clock that counts the minutes and hours in super-time, Christmas-time, Santa-riding-his-sleigh-around-the-world-in-24-hours-time. I feel the season slipping by at...

Colored lights, twinkling stars, and tonight the lighting of the tree in our tiny village square. There was caroling and candy canes and Santa on the back of a big red fire truck. We try to keep things simple during the holidays. We gave up...

My father was 58 years old when he died. A tragedy. Scarlet letters of shame. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with my father’s death. To learn how to say the words, to be open. Dodging the truth is an exhausting endeavor. I don’t have the...

There is so much to be thankful for—family, friends, food on the table, a roof over our heads. But mostly, above all, I am thankful for this, the boy who walks beside me.