So difficult to believe, when our children are still small, that as they grow, they will forget many of the details of their childhood. My...

I love these days when every cottage is a shrine bright and holy in winter darkness bedecked with symbols of an ancient story and a liv...

Today I saw a flurry of birds descend from the sky and land on a small tree. The sun stood still and for a moment the bare winter branch...

The little fir tree in the kitchen looks beautiful today with a showing of old glass ornaments and a string of lights. I wish I had an old f...

I cut a small tree to put in the kitchen on Friday. As I brought the tree in to the house, I noticed that something significant was missing—...

As you all know, I grew up in Brooklyn in the Methodist Church, as austere an institution as you could ever imagine. Just a plain and simple...

Where does the old year go? This has been a chaotic season—not at all the usual Yuletide peace and revelry. As you have no doubt figured o...