Why Do I Go to Church?

I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading →

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 →

When Christmas Hurts

I once made up my mind to get a divorce on Christmas morning. My alcoholic husband had not come home. Continue reading →

Holiday Blues: How to Forgive Your Parents

I hate going home for Christmas. It’s not the cookies and beer, the endless bowl games or the high school Continue reading →