Why a Manger? (the part of the Christmas story I missed for 40 years)

Sugar-free for 63 days, and I have reached the bargaining stage of my grieving its loss. Creeping as close as I can to its boundary. Nibbling the edges of sobriety by wondering if allowing myself the crumbs of something sweet would send me back to Day 1. Wanting my cake.…

In Every Season

Does the winter wish it were summer or the autumn long for spring? Each season, distinctly its own — its purpose unique. Necessary. Without spring rain, summer would not bloom. Winter pregnancies hold precious spring babies. Each of it perfectly aligned for the maximum good of the earth and its…