She was taught to disbelieve. Any notions of fantasies or make-believe lay dying, nipped in the bud. And she was only six years old, A steady walker toward the road of cynicism her mother had [Read more...]
As I drape their garlands, and trim their trees with all sorts of baubles and sparkles and ribbons and shine, I turn my phone soft to soothing Jazz Christmas tunes and hum along. “It’s that time of [Read more...]
I saw him on the way to our Christmas gathering, The lone pilgrim. Causing me to pause in my mind-spin of checklists, Did I get all the packages loaded? Did I forget anyone? Will there be [Read more...]