The faintest woodsy scent mingles in a fog of morning maple syrup and last night’s lasagna and meatballs. Her piney cone shape glitters with miniature glass figurines. But she remains dark. We forgot to flip the switch this morning. The kids bumble up the stairs to see what … [Read more...]
Will You Welcome Him This Christmas?
Fifteen college students gather in a horseshoe of desks. It’s our last meeting of the year. “What’s your favorite Christmas memory?” he asks. I look around at the others, waiting for someone to speak up. I’m shy because my story, if I can even think of one, will … [Read more...]