Christmas in Connecticut (And My Wonderful, Lying Parents)

Note: The following post is not suitable for children under the age of—well, for kids from 1 to 92. Parents, be warned… I’ve called Georgia home for twenty-two years—ever since I married the boy who went northward to steal me down South. I’m a recovering Yankee—I like the South, and I do a mean impression… Continue Reading Christmas in Connecticut (And My Wonderful, Lying Parents)

Lovely Links~Weekly Round-Up

Lanier texted me yesterday: Double digits. (sad-face, broken heart emoji) me: What??? (Fearing GH’s stats had suddenly gone into the toilet. Was our first podcast attempt that bad?) Lanier: December 10. Oh, that. Yes. The month goes by way too fast for our liking. me: I know. I need to cut back on sleeping… How these… Continue Reading Lovely Links~Weekly Round-Up

Laura’s Christmas “Rules”

I hate the word: rules. I’ve lived decades as a to-the-letter rule follower, bending over backward to please others and seeking to satisfy my own stringent standards. But—phew!— somewhere around birthday number forty I began to want to *defenestrate anything that smells like a rule. This happens when we get older—I breathe easier now and seek… Continue Reading Laura’s Christmas “Rules”

Let Every Heart

My tree is up! Around here, we mark tree-trimming day with great celebration. (One must make a big to-do where one can.) Before we attacked the unsuspecting Fraser fir standing in our den, the five of us kicked off a rainy weekend morning with a leisurely breakfast, followed by reading out loud from God With… Continue Reading Let Every Heart

The Battle for Christmas

In Lanier I have a partner in Christmas crime—if overdoing the holiday is delinquent behavior, we’re convicted felons. ‘Tis the season when we meet for Advent Tea and promise each other (once again) we won’t hustle but savor. All month long, we hold each other accountable as we walk the line between the fanciful and… Continue Reading The Battle for Christmas

Nanny’s Gingersnaps–Christmas in a Tin

Before there was Lanier, one of my co-conspirators in Christmas was my dad’s mother, whom I called Nanny. Standing at just under five feet, Nanny was a spunky clothes-loving, perfume-wearing, kitchen floor-scrubbing (every single morning!) British Canadian. My dad was her only child, and, being her sole granddaughter, I was the beneficiary of countless games… Continue Reading Nanny’s Gingersnaps–Christmas in a Tin

The Push Me-Pull You of Christmas

It was a long, happy Thanksgiving weekend of traveling over the river and through the woods (and back). The children were home from school in all their chaotic glory, and out came the first hints of real Christmas–not October’s Costco Christmas. But today I am savoring this quiet morning at home. I put my youngest… Continue Reading The Push Me-Pull You of Christmas

Early Hunting and Gathering

It’s black Friday, which for my family means DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE, except for long walks in the woods or to gather winterberries from my mother’s garden. But for all my railing against Christmas commercialism, I have to confess: For the last few weeks, I’ve been quietly adding to my holiday stores, like a… Continue Reading Early Hunting and Gathering

A Cup of Cheer, Craft-Style

Last Christmas, my baby brother, a Kentuckian, started a tradition of contributing craft cocktails to family holiday gatherings. We’re holding him to it–until the end of time. This Thanksgiving, we huddled pre-meal as Brian poured mysterious liquids into my grandparents’ art deco shaker, and Jenni, his wife, carefully curled orange rinds. Concocting a twist on… Continue Reading A Cup of Cheer, Craft-Style

It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas (in November)

“We all know that Christmas is a big commercial racket. It’s run by a big Eastern syndicate, you know.” ~ Lucy Van Pelt, “A Charlie Brown Christmas” As autumn leaves give way to bare branches, here’s the question burning in brains: When is it legit to start listening to Christmas music? I’m no expert, but… Continue Reading It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas (in November)

Meet Lanier

Lanier Ivester and I have been friends for fifteen years, but our kinship predates our knowing each other. We both spent girlhood Christmases, hers in the South and mine in Connecticut, tying red ribbons on anything or anyone that would hold still for long enough. We both urged our mothers on in baking and hosting… Continue Reading Meet Lanier

About This Website

“Friendship… is born at the hour when one man says to another “What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…” ~ C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves For the last decade, Lanier and I have hashed out how to do Christmas over countless cups of tea, phone calls, emails, and hundreds of text messages.… Continue Reading About This Website