When I moved out to California fifteen years ago, I did not go home for Christmas. Instead of cold and snow and a gray day that pressed up against an early dark night, my Christmas was suddenly fill
Although the Red Room staff is religiously and philosophically diverse, it turns out we all celebrate Christmas.
Had to produce a short text about Xmas (to be read in less than 3 mn) for a writers gathering tomorrow and came up with this :
I have a young son at home who has a birthday that is very close to Christmas Day. It doesn’t really b
Growing up, our children never knew we were poor. We had a nice warm home; a black and white television set with three ne
For me, at my age (67), the Christmas memories seem to speed by as if the fast forward button were pushed. They run together. I have memories of my childhood.
Christmas was always a big deal in my family. We were nominally Protestant, so it wasn't an especially religious experience. But I wouldn't call it secular, because my parents considered it a c
As a child, my Christmases were lean: the orange in the toe of my Christmas stocking a coveted treasure each year.
Holidays come, and holidays go; with vignettes or snippets of memorable moments clinging to the neurons of your brains to resurface at s
I'm a bit fuzzy about the exact year--whether I was a new college graduate--or what exactly my sister was doing.
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