The Angel with Yellow Cotton Candy Hair
It was Christmas Eve of 1973, and we had welcomed our first child just days before, walking gingerly through foot-high…
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It was Christmas Eve of 1973, and we had welcomed our first child just days before, walking gingerly through foot-high…
Continue ReadingEvery December evening I sit on my couch and admire the view of my bright and lopsided Christmas tree. I…
Continue ReadingEvery Christmas tree tells a story. Whether it be fresh cut or from a box, it holds the story of…
Continue ReadingThere's something reassuring about the way one season welcomes the next. As dependable as gravity, autumn follows summer, winter follows…
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