We Were Young Once

  On our first Valentine’s Day together, my future-husband, Wendell, and I were eighteen and nineteen years old. We had been dating five months. And, we had been engaged since November. Thus, the foolish part. I blame Viet Nam. I tell people often that in...

Going for the Gold

I read recently about a famous neurologist who became fascinated by the periodic table at a young age. He started correlating his birthdays with it. At the age of eleven he could say he was sodium, and at 79 he became gold. I love that. I’ve always believed we...

A Cure for Grinchiness

“Four events in one week is too much. This is killing my Christmas spirit.” Those Grinchy words actually escaped from my mouth last night as I shoved a bowl of soup at my husband and grabbed my keys to dash out the door. I’d been home from work...

Going Toward the Light

  Light is one of the things I love about the Christmas season. Twinkling lights against dark skies. Shiny baubles on tabletops. Sparkly sweaters and sequined scarves. I love it all. So, I’m intrigued by the whole account of the wise men who followed the...