'Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house, happiness reigned. The year was 1968 and as usual I was busy with clients on the phone, when suddenly, a headache, like I've never had before, struck me. I went upstairs to lie down and rest with my young son watching over me. Then to the hospital I went and my life to heaven, for I died, to awake with new purpose and intent.
Perhaps Big Eyes is not the best-crafted piece of art. It may seem disproportionate in features and at points, tawdry and even uneven. However, not only is this film important, it is urgent.
Now that the "War on Christmas" is over -- its publicist, Fox News Bill O'Reilly, announced this finding last week -- we can survey the post-war terrain.
Hopefully, sometime in the not too distant future, records will be flying off the shelves again. Well, probably not. But who could have predicted CDs? Or iTunes? Or Lady Gaga? It's hard to tell what will come about next.
'Tis the season of giving, and everywhere you look you'll see suggestions for the "perfect gifts" for your loved ones: something they'll love forever, something they'll never forget, something unique. How about someone -- how about a kitten or cat from the shelter?
Cut yourself some slack already! I promise, your family can have a great holiday without the glossy magazine perfection.
My parents used to just tell me that Santa was watching, and I'd look at the celling, and assume there was some ominous eye viewing my behavior. Things are much more tangible now.
One Sunday morning last spring I sat in that field. Sunday -- a day of Sabbath and rest and time set aside to meet in fellowship and community with the body of Christ and with our Creator. It is such an incredible privilege to work and spend time in that holy place.
I stood in the cold wind, listening to this woman's stories of her husband, of her life, and of her loss. And I was so moved by her.
With Christmas Day just around the corner, many people are finishing up their holiday shopping by purchasing gift cards for their friends and family members.
If you rush to your bookstore or computer, you can purchase these books for last-minute Christmas giving. There is something for him (How to Roast), ...
Because of its low price, Dickens himself did not realize much profit from the sales of A Christmas Carol. It was, in a very real sense, a gift to the public.
Maybe the joy of the season and the love for your kids filled your heart to the point that you've now forgotten the juggling and the exhaustion and the overall monumental holiday undertaking. But I want you to know that I haven't.
Those seven Amazon boxes are really just full of stuffed animals. Is it already 11:00 p.m.? Thank God this won't take long. I see us asleep by midnight. Maybe most of them come assembled. I got this.
I met my husband in November 1989. By Christmas we were pretty much living together. We weren't kids - he was in his forties and I was 38. So we didn't see much sense in taking it slow.
Whether they be made by family or friends, there is always a risk for cross-contamination of food that makes it nearly impossible to relax when you are invited into someone else's home, or sometimes even in your own, for holiday feasts.