Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for I don't know what exactly, but it is something you don't mind not having at other times.” Kate Bosher Holiday festivities have built in power. Happiness and joy? Yes. Also the power to stir the pot, make waves, get us riled up over the small stuff, pushing buttons we may not be aware of until after it happens. You know what I mean.

Someone we know lost his wife to cancer this year. It seemed as though her life was ripped away or stolen from her. She never really had a chance. A very difficult transition and circumstance. He is a reserved, quiet and hard working man. Strong. Michael bumped into him one day and asked how was he was doing since his wife’s death. This big muscled man, this “macho” man, this hard working never complaining man’s face fell. He looked down fighting back tears. M...

It was Easter morning. I was seated at the kitchen table in my pajamas, stunned by the presence of the most amazing thing I had ever seen in my entire five years of life.

My mother was a delicate pretty woman who played the flute and was quietly artistic. She married a dark haired handsome man, a seeker of thrills who would be my father.