“Here,” my grandma said, thrusting the bowl of prunes toward me. “If you eat two prunes on Christmas Eve, you’ll have good luck in the new year.” At the time, her superstitious logic seemed utterly ridiculous even to my tender 11-year-old mind – and I still have no idea where…
We stood by the side of the road, my younger son and I. Cars raced past and we waited, his little hand clenched in mine. As soon as the traffic paused in one direction, cars raced toward us from the other direction. So we held hands and we waited. I…
I did not plan to write this post. In fact, I had intended to write something very, very different. Given that this weekend marks the winter solstice and this post will also appear on the UU Collective at Patheos, I had wanted to write something poignant and insightful about the…
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” – Maya Angelou Last week, I wrote about embracing the feeling of Christmas over the look of Christmas. I wrote about less fretting, more stillness.…
When my husband and I were first married, each Christmas season we went through the same debate. Real tree or fake? White lights or colored? Coordinated ornaments or a random collection? I, on the one hand, was an emphatic proponent of an artificial tree, one trimmed with white lights and…
“What do you think? Should I post this?” I asked a friend a few weeks ago. I had been conflicted and uncertain about a very personal post, doubting whether and how to write the article. Those simple questions started an avalanche of similar doubts and questions and, before long, self-doubt…