Merry Christmas my friend! The snow is falling, carols are playing on the radio, the scent of baking apples is in the air. The boys have been sledding and soon they’ll come tramping into the house in a whoosh of frigid air and snowflakes, red-cheeked and asking for hot cocoa. I do love this season!
This weekend my seven-year-old asked “What are the American Christmas Carols?” My husband, Justin, and I looked at each other. “Um…?” was the best answer we could come up with.
I know the jokes—there is in fact only one fruitcake in the world and it’s regifted and regifted and regifted again! Fruitcake is the unloved stepchild of Christmas treats in the United States.
I love watching little DIY videos on Facebook—the 30-second-long crafts or recipes that always look amazing and that I’m certain will look anything BUT amazing when I get around to trying them. But for once, I actually did it. And it worked!
This is an essay I wrote and read seven years ago for a Christmas Eve service at my church in Clinton, New Jersey. I come back to it every year and remember. This year I thought I would share with the blog world.
Dear friends, November has come whirling in, with a rustle of leaves in the cold wind and rain, and heavy frost painting the grassy fields silver. A traditional brisk November!
We’re preparing for Thanksgiving around our house, as many Americans are doing this week. This year the boys have really taken Thanksgiving to heart and we’ve had several interesting conversations with them. Their thoughts have been surprisingly insightful. I thought I’d share a little of what they had to say.
T’is the season for all of those bright orange veggies to shine: squash, pumpkin and even the lowly carrot.
Lately I’ve been hearing Holy Spirit whispers. Do you ever hear those?
Dear Friend, October is always such a fun and busy month: pumpkin patches and hay rides, apple picking, cider and “fall food”, the boys’ over-the-top excitement about their costumes for Halloween (Will is Sir William the Brave and Sam is ‘Dark’ Vader), my birthday. As Anne Shirley said in the book Anne of Green Gables: “I’m so…