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In 1903, my father and I were in search of our perfect Christmas tree for our small cabin. As we stood in the forest surrounded by pine trees, I saw...
Rodia died Aug. 15, 2013, at his home in Court House. For Christmas 2012, he wanted to have this published to ensure that the cherished recipe would continue to be...
This story was written to honor Leah, who passed away, this summer, at age 13. Christmas decorated tree brightening a corner of the room. Yule log blazing away. My wife...
My husband and I were having pizza at our local restaurant and noticed a young couple seated close to our table. Smiling and acknowledging them, we started a conversation about...
At Christmastime, you look back at the year you just lived and you find some years are better than others. My mama passed away from a fall in the shower...
Seaside road Bitter cold A winter moon splinters brilliant white light across the dunes While one star hanging in the blackened heavens glints above the rippling surf
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