The large church in Paris didn’t seem like the venue for a personal connection. There were hundreds of us there but I felt the heat of an imaginary spotlight pointed
The leaden feeling in my stomach was not a Christmas feeling. Nor was the heaviness in my heart as I climbed the stairs toward my waiting family. But gloom lay
Maybe the rest of the world would have called me “strange” for being a Christian Scientist. But for me, that wasn’t the issue. It was my family that mattered to
Years ago my husband left me at the beginning of November. Being left was sad enough, but when I realized I was going to have to go through all the
The clock struck 12:00. Merry Christmas, I whispered to myself, feeling the warmth of the first teardrop trickling down my cheek.
My family usually does fun, corny Christmas cards in which all of the (now grown-up) kids are in costume and smiling under a slew of puns
2-part podcast about how to drop things in your past that you’re not so proud of. Ginny was finally feeling good! She felt closer to God, but hadn’t been in