childhood, Christmas, gratitude, holiday, hope, spirituality

Memory Beads of Christmas’ Past

Not everyone loves Christmas, but I do. ¬†Not all of the beads on the string are beautiful, in fact, several, especially the early ones with my mother, whose anxiety spiked with the pressure of creating a good Christmas, were pretty rough. ¬†Somehow our father and my three brothers and me always found a way to… Continue reading Memory Beads of Christmas’ Past