December 23, 2019
“What do you want to buy Pop-Pop for Christmas?” my mom asked. “A can of sardines,” I’d say. The peculiar Christmas gift was a treasure to my Pop-Pop. Every December,...
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“What do you want to buy Pop-Pop for Christmas?” my mom asked. “A can of sardines,” I’d say. The peculiar Christmas gift was a treasure to my Pop-Pop. Every December,...
It was a blustery, late autumn evening in suburban Philadelphia and my mother was in the kitchen stirring a pot of vegetable soup when the ringing of our yellow, wall...
Settling down after our long Christmas trek still wrapped in winter chill with snowflakes gently clinging along the coldest edges of our wraps we sit in a warming huddle hugging...
Forgive me Father for my sins. Teach me a Christ-centered joy. Through the Holy Spirit, Jesus wins. Help me love my enemies who annoy. Every day is Thanksgiving Day. Father...
Unwrapped in its brilliance, A delicate touch, Hesitation, A gesture of courage Begins to accept A gem never offered before. Too much love to comprehend, But now accepted. We believe...
Caring for kids Is what it’s about; Extending ourselves, Even doing without. At Christmas, God’s gifts Are lifted once more. That peace, joy, and love Unattended before. We seek these...
The following is a container of recollections neither full nor empty of truth. My grandmom grew up amid candles and lanterns in Littleville, a town of two streets and one...
