
A Tale of the Ghost of Christmas Past
“Come with me, my child.” I glare at the shining spirit. “I’m old—not really a child any more.” It shakes Continue reading
“Come with me, my child.” I glare at the shining spirit. “I’m old—not really a child any more.” It shakes Continue reading
It’s the hardest Christmas ever. This year mere darkness seems trivial. Hundreds of thousands are sick and dying, and the Continue reading
I hate going home for Christmas. It’s not the cookies and beer, the endless bowl games or the high school Continue reading
I once made up my mind to get a divorce on Christmas morning. My alcoholic husband had not come home. Continue reading