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…
Another book review this week, and I can’t say enough about the import of these courageous stories and the effort to bring attention to an…
Alright folks, anyone else convinced the earth is making faster trips round the sun each year? Where or where did summer go? All my…
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…
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…
Looking for a Christmas read that will make your soul feel merry and bright?
Let me introduce you to Candy Canes and Christmastime. Compiled by the lovely…
Hello new, shiny, unmarked year! How open and beautiful you look! What joys and disappointments will you hold? And how will we weather you?…