We didn’t believe in Santa when we were young. We never hung a stocking, never put up a Christmas tree, never strung Christmas lights. We did celebrate the birth of Christ. We did sing Christmas carols, bake Christmas goodies, and hold a day of family celebration. And this one thing we did in abundance: we […]
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When my mom was young, she remembers walking home from school around a country block with drifts of snow pushed high on both sides of the road. I know the road she walked; I occasionally walked or biked the same road later, in my elementary days, on the way home from the same country school.
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Thursday, October 30, 2014. It is my birthday today. In the chilly basement classroom where I teach, Kaity, the first grader, worries about lunch. Her mom has forgotten to send one. “Can I call and talk to my mom?” she asks. “I’ll call and talk to her,” I say. But Kaity insists. “I can do
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While cleaning my bedroom the other day, I came across a torn-out pink page of notes I’d taken from a sermon once. I would have forgotten the sermon if I hadn’t found the notes, but seeing them, I remembered it–could picture the chiseled face below gray hair, the glasses, the thoughtful manner of speaking, the
I was twenty-two when I first wanted a baby. There were many young mothers in the church I attended at the time–some of them not much older than I–and I would stand squished between two pews after the service, holding a baby. I would smile down into its round raspberry face, stare at the triangle
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