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Things I love: timeless books
I set out this morning to write about a few of my favorite things, beloved treasures I’m pleased to own and excited to be wrapping for special friends and family members this holiday season. But I...
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Gifts
It is still dark as I type these words, though I’ve been awake for hours on this snow-hushed morning of the year’s shortest day. Soon, I will turn lights on, brew coffee, let the dog out, confront the...
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The View from My Window
The Christmas gift I remember most vividly from my childhood wasn’t one I received myself. Early one autumn, just over forty years ago, my father purchased a rusty, decrepit antique sleigh and set...
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A bit more about Gracie, gratitude, and you. . .
“A really companionable and indispensable dog is an accident of nature. You can’t get it by breeding for it, and you can’t buy it with money. It just happens along.” — from E.B. White on Dogs I almost...
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The Soul of Solstice
One December when our sons were little, I hung a piece of paper painted a deep dark blue in our kitchen. “A sky,” I told them. I painted another piece of paper gold, cut out about a hundred small...
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A glorious granola recipe (plenty to give & some for you, too)
My grandmother Kenison crocheted afghans and made the world’s best doughnuts, two skills I still wish I’d learned from her before it was too late. She was also the first person I ever knew who made her...
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Celebrating Valentine’s Day (stories, music, & two irresistible cookie recipes)
“And, in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” ~ Paul McCartney Hearts: When my sons were young, we always made Valentines. It was a joy for me to join my boys at our old...
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spark joy (and my go-to holiday recipes)
When our sons were young, there was no holding off Christmas. Henry, born December 18, absorbed holiday melodies in the womb, from “Jingle Bells” to the Messiah. His in-utero nickname was Bing, for...
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choosing joy
I’ve spent the last few weeks rummaging around in the basement, carting boxes of stuff off to Goodwill, decorating for the holidays, making granola and other gifts from the kitchen. When my mind is...
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spicy holiday granola
Be attentive lest you miss the grace that passes before you, whether as small as a single birdsong or as broad as the rising sun of your own life restored. Be grateful, lest these pearls have been...
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