“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another… Read the post“For Last Year’s Words…
I type and delete. Type and delete. The words used to just spill out, now… Read the postThere is no shame in grief…
Our eighth Christmas as bereaved parents. This is what I have learned. The week before… Read the postThe Eighth Day of Christmas: Lessons Learned
I sit tapping keys, a torrent of words try to get through the tight wall… Read the postDecember Coffee
I updated this post to include the printable recipe for Springerle. My apologies if you… Read the postSpringerle, the keeper of Christmas Memories.
Unending rain this week, shunning the stores as much as I can, furtively looking for… Read the postThe Burden of a Christmas Visit Not Made
I am cleaning today, sort of, catching up from having the small furry guest for… Read the postNot quite ready for Swedish heavy metal…yet.
I have been thinking about the Nativity for several weeks now, really looking at the… Read the postThe Manger Scene, there is always at least one jackass.
I went searching for Doug yesterday morning, told him I needed to do a Vulcan… Read the postVoices in the Attic
