Beautiful gift-wrapping is kinda like fashion's first impression: a well-dressed box gets noticed, while a funky-monkey number can be shortchanged no matter how cool the contents.
With a squirt of conditioner and swipe of a fine-toothed comb she declared, "He's got it. And it looks like he's got it bad." And so it was that our collective Christmas cheer went up the chimney faster than old St. Nick.
Maybe this year, this new year, we should pray as we never have before, that the wisdom of the least, the last, and the cats might come into our lives and open our eyes, and guide us forever.
Reclaim your priorities -- listen to what your soul has to say, stop ignoring your own voice, stop blaming yourself for everything that has gone wrong. Because here's the thing: You did not create your soul, so you have no right to abuse it.
Like lots of us, my friend has watched Christmas become less a time to remember one particular child who, born into poverty in an arid land, grew up to become a significant prophet known worldwide, and more an opportunity to brag about the very small neighborhood of our gorgeous, accomplished children, grandchildren, and floppy-eared spaniels (or whatever).
Under delicate snowflakes crocheted by the town mayor, beneath a grand chandelier imported from Russia, a Yup'ik priest in a remote Southwest Alaska village led parishioners in song, prayer and praise day and night this week for Orthodox Christmas, or Slaviq.
People really worry about us single gals over the holidays. We garner some concern during the other days of the year, but we really make eyebrows furrow with worry during the glut of festivities that roll out in December.
Like gifts left by Santa, the crops appeared to the eye on Christmas morning, while couple witnesses reported seeing bright lights around the area the night before.
In his Dec. 30 Wall Street Journal column, William Galston makes a point that is appropriate to recall in this season and at a time when, as often before, some probably well-intentioned republican people and movements want to counter and destroy our unstable but creative covenant that makes room for secular and religious appeals and agencies alike.
A flurry of controversy surrounded the astronomer Neil deGrasse Tyson two weeks ago when he took a jab at religion in the name of science. It began Ch...
Thinking we'd finally done everything we needed to do to play the stinking game, we turned back to the Xbox, which had frozen up completely. No worries. We turned it off and let it reboot, but when it came back on, it immediately froze up again.
The New World Encyclopedia offers interesting background information on Byblos. Other publications and websites also cover its rich history. But visiting Byblos is a sure way of appreciating its heritage.
Each January 1st, as I take our tree down, I'm reminded to let go of the past to make room for the new. When I pack up a box of vintage ornaments, there is one thing I'm always conscious about not putting on the shelf.
It's easy to be miserable after the holidays. Maybe you created a perfect holiday with your family, and you're grieving now that family and friends are leaving.
That first Christmas was a precursor to the science-fiction convention used over and over again in Doctor Who, Star Trek and every "galaxy far, far away" -- a "rip in the time-space continuum" -- as infinity takes on finitude, as the creator of the stars embraces a body made of stardust. Flesh and blood, this earthy God.
High-five, everyone! Christmas is now officially behind us and if you're reading this right now, that means you survived! Merry Darwinian Christmas ...