December 10, 2025
Hummus and salsa, chips and pitas, olives to cranberries, yams to sweetness — oh, what delight from such bounteous platters. Chimes of the hour with music to sound, singers, instrumentalists, all gather ’round…
December 4, 2025
A toy train would be nice, to show me you care, but it will get old, and collect dust somewhere. Love never dies, and never grows old. With memories made there are stories to be told.
December 2, 2025
a wooden body with steady onyx eyes stares through the warm, festive glow of glimmering lights strung…
December 1, 2025
**Contains Triggers: death, mourning** There was no sense of winter, and certainly no sense of Advent. Summer or winter – she didn’t really care. She had nothing to look forward to in either season.
April 22, 2025
On an Earth Day like today
I see a ray of light and sway.
I perceive a horizon that seeks
and speaks of health and happiness
January 2, 2025
How easily we put on and take offthe sparkle and shine. What it hideswas worth something, too, but today, as the needles drop and scatter, andtinsel […]
December 29, 2024
That year, Chanukah fell on Thanksgiving, which gave the young rabbi a dilemma. While it meant there wouldn’t be the traditional confusion of Christmas with a […]
December 25, 2024
This is the story of Saucer-Eyed SueWho simpers and swoons over old Mr. Scrooge. We all know the story, oh, yes we doOf old Ebeneezer,That skinflint […]
December 24, 2024
This 24th, a wish for laughter over tearsfor the wonderful smell of cinnamon and pinevisions of angels and sugarplumsthe melodic harmony of lifeand a star in […]
December 22, 2024
For the last three years, ever since his young children looked forward to Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, George endured shoveling snow off the roof. On […]
December 21, 2024
There are respitesfrom the Awful Rowing.The brush of an infant’s hairagainst my cheek.The breath-taking beautyof my daughter whenshe first awoke – yellowcurls, rosy cheeks, crystalblue eyes. […]
December 20, 2024
A favourite Christmas eve memory,from child to adulthood,was the stirring in the largecream bowl, the ingredientsof the Christmas pud. Mum loved this moment,all hands on the […]