We are weeks past Christmas, but it has only been a few days since I packed up the tree ornaments and took the evergreen…
-
-
Would you believe this is the first morning in almost three weeks I have had to be at home, in the quiet, to gather…
-
I’m always a little sad every time I take Christmas down. The season seems to go so quickly; I never get enough of it. And yet, at the same time, something in me is anxious and ready to escape. Something of newness and order, a hunger that’s rather desperate for change and resolutions. A desire for increased margins of time and new, white space.
-
We are 17 days into Advent. 17 days of thinking on and waiting for . . . the Christ child.
We readied His manger…
-
Our extended MLK weekend is over, and I am sitting in the silence, gazing at our Christmas tree. It is still drinking water. Still…
-
Clearly, these guys have no Christmas errands to run. No reindeer games to join.
Maybe they’re just resting up for the big night?
Boy was I…
-
Our family is so excited to join the #LightTheWorld campaign again this year, a movement initiated by the LDS Church. It is a perfect…
-
Two weekends ago we kicked off our holiday festivities with a trip to see the Village of Lights, created by The Wonderment. This non-profit group…
-
Note: This post was later rewritten and published in Segullah’s newest anthology, Seasons of Change. It was also published in the December 2017 issue…
-
At 7:45 we blinked awake. Surprised the house was still quiet. Then we heard a door knob tentatively turn and little feet shuffle into…