Building Christmas

As piles of presents surround the tree, beautiful tree-skirts no longer visible, and everyone anxiously awaits, I’m reminded of a conversation we had just last week. Trying to pay for a wedding, save for a honeymoon, pay off past debts, and not add any to it, we had a conversation about how much we should really been spending and how many presents the kids actually needed. There are so many unopened crafts, robots that have yet to be assembled, and toys we never see being played with. So where is the line between fun and extravagant? Blessed and spoiled? … More Building Christmas

Anatomy of a Baby Blanket: Take Two

Afternoons started with her grandmother quietly waiting outside the prefab building where the little girl would spend first, second, and even the fourth year – with a different teacher – of her elementary education. Their walk would ensue with passing across the breezy campus down a decently busy street that ran through their neighborhood. They continued over what was a drainage culvert on one side, but on their side, looking below the bridge was a view with rocks, discarded concrete, and the overgrown foliage produced by the negligence of whatever city worker forgot to trim it back. … More Anatomy of a Baby Blanket: Take Two

Christmas Sentiment

There were several memories however, of cold November and December evenings looking up at the stars through a heavy pair of binoculars on top of the hill, gravel beneath her feet. She started learning her constellations but typically had a hard time finding them without a little help. She would wander back down the hill, her tiny hand in her daddy’s large fingers, to the little two-bedroom farm house where her grandmother now lived. … More Christmas Sentiment