Christmas

This Christmas some of you may be feeling that it’s hard to find something for which to be jolly. However, this is exactly the sort of time, when I am exhausted, disgusted and annoyed as hell, that my favorite word becomes my mantra. That word is…and. The election was a zoo. Never in the history…

Four times, I have witnessed the birth of my grandchildren. It was miraculous every time. The doorway to an unknown world opens and life embraces a tiny human and the mystery begins. Who will this one be? And, who did you intend to be? This is a time of year filled with issues of birth…

“Nice to see you,” she said as if she knew I’d be coming. “Yeah, nice to see you too. I know it’s been a while. I’ve been busy.” “So how can I help,” she said, using her standard familiar phase for getting right to the point. “Well,” I stammered, “The holidays are coming and I…

“For many of us Christmas is a big bah humbug! It’s that nauseating time of year that begins long before Halloween, when the hawking starts in every store isle and Christmas becomes a commercial extravaganza of sensory overload. Step right up, get em’ while their hot becomes the mantra of store owners everywhere. Christmas has…

Irene Thorstad was a saint. Her crippled little eighty-seven year old body was nearly doubled over. The first time I walked into that congregation at church an eon ago, I spotted her. She was different. She had some kind of grace and energy that I had never been around before – it was a glow….

In a world and in a season where we are often focused on accumulating more of everything, I have been in wonder about the number one. One little word that contains so much power. In almost every era there has been one remarkable human being who forever changed the world. Each of these people no…

Visions of sugar plumbs and rain deer have never danced in my head. As a little girl, Christmas came in the middle of the Yuma, Arizona desert with my family of five in an old one room Army trailer smaller than a normal bedroom. At night, winter winds would whip so hard across the desert…

Oh Gawd, it’s that time of year again. One Christmas my son gave me tennis shoes with bright neon side panels and a pump up arch. The next Christmas he gave me bar bells, turquoise colored bar bells, graduating in size and weight. The kind you can’t miss when walking into your room at night….