There it hung, perfectly positioned to catch my eye. As my daughter and I  walked through the store, it’s shiny perfectness was just beckoning me. I seriously debated;  calculated the pros and cons, tried to justify in my head a reason to spend so much money on something so trivial ...

You know, every year I am determined not to let Christmas be commercial.  I am constantly striving to keep the fun and the meaning intact. I long to  protect the magic of childhood and the miracle of His birth. A noble venture … at which I usually fail. Today is ...

Daddy’s been gone a little while now. It’s my 2nd Christmas without him. Two years without him calling on Christmas morning to hear the girls squeal with delight over Santa’s visit. Two years of looking at boiled custard knowing it will last that much longer now without him around. The ...

Last weekend I had a moment.  An absolute fit about the holidays.  The same fit we all have this time of year about the mixing of secular and sacred. The battle against the commercialism  has put me in a humbug sort of mood.  You see, in my futile attempt to ...

My daughter missed the bus this morning.  It happens.  She is 10 years old and just not a morning person. We really didn’t do anything differently.  I am a stickler for the usual with her “ wake up” routine.  This morning, poor baby, was just moving slower than a little ...