When You’re Overwhelmed by Everyone Else’s Christmas
Christmas in South Africa was always hot. Kids gathered around the tree, sunburns still stinging. “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas” pounding hopefully out over the radio. Our tree was always a live one and the years we gathered at Ouma and...
In which I consider cancelling Christmas
If we’re friends on facebook, you know that Jesus of the Nativity and his two Ceramic Parents met an untimely and Earthly end earlier this fall when Gideon James freed them from their basement storage manger. This left me with a strong desire to start some Mulder...
The First Christmas Without Mama
I would like to introduce you to Rosemary. THis is her first time blogging. Rosemary and I grew up next door to each other. I remember her mother, a very kind and soft spoken woman. This is Rosemary’s story of Christmas. Christmas was always my...
You Shall Be ~ Thoughts from Laity Lodge
Laity Lodge 2013 The window frames crack and moan as winter winds howl across Texas. The view that I paid extra for is frosted over obscuring the view of this weekend amongst writers. All night, through my slumber I heard the conversation between my...
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