A Catch As Catch Can Christmas

note from Laura: Hi, lovelies. Some shameless favor asking today. A version of this piece appeared on The Mighty last night. If you’re not familiar, The Mighty is sort of like the Huffington Post but with a positive spin–its tagline is “We face disability, disease and mental illness together.” If you’re so inclined, would you… Continue Reading A Catch As Catch Can Christmas

On Crying After a Party, Chocolate Peppermint Cake, and Lovely Links (With Lanier’s Advent Poem!)

I’m hiding in my room today, thanks to a wicked case of poison ivy made worse when I “eat fire,” Luke’s word for where I sit when I’m in the den–so close to the hissing flames my back turns bright crimson and I thirst for a gallon of water. Back here, propped up against a… Continue Reading On Crying After a Party, Chocolate Peppermint Cake, and Lovely Links (With Lanier’s Advent Poem!)

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