Growing up, my biggest and warmest memory of Christmas was our creche. The handmade figures, the huge stable built by my dad. The quilt batting and snow that covered a spattering of white Christmas lights, which created a shining snow-blanketed…
Growing up, my biggest and warmest memory of Christmas was our creche. The handmade figures, the huge stable built by my dad. The quilt batting and snow that covered a spattering of white Christmas lights, which created a shining snow-blanketed…
Christmas is coming. I still have a visceral negative reaction to this phrase, considering that I am writing this blog post two days before a “2020 Thanksgiving,” and I anticipate a radically different Christmas as well! I am a believer…
Can you still call it the “kid’s table” at holiday dinners if everyone at it is 18 and older? I still do, as I continue to sit with my young adult cousins and siblings, now with wine in hand. The…
I want you to spend a good amount of time with the story of Jesus’ birth in the Gospel of Luke. Put yourself in the story.” I nodded, agreeing to the task. “Then,” he said, “I want you to grab…
