My Favorite Christmas Memory Is Better Than Santa
Growing up, I never thought that anything could top reindeer hooves on the roof, Santa Claus popping down the chimney, and an enormous mountain of c...
Growing up, I never thought that anything could top reindeer hooves on the roof, Santa Claus popping down the chimney, and an enormous mountain of c...
Though our extended family would send Christmas gifts and I knew about Santa and his reindeer, the real magic for me came during the Winter Solstice.
Dear Jolly Old St. Nick. You have a problem: You're obese.
Last night, I was part of a miracle that I still cannot believe happened. When I woke up this morning I had to watch this video several times for it all to sink in.
Why is this the season of charities wanting you to stuff their stocking? Because it works. People give more during the December holidays. But what about the holidays that occur the other 11 months of the year?
In Colombia there is an expression: la paz del cementerio - the peace of the graveyard. This is the kind of peace that powerful forces enjoy when everyone who resists them is dead and buried.
I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but going to the movies has officially become about as pleasant as a trip to the DMV or flying commercial post 9/11. Here's some advice we should all heed.
As I've grown older, I see more clearly how difficult the holiday season can be for many people. I am trying to pay attention to these folks this year.
I'm a big fan of the Christmas season. Hanukkah isn't really a huge deal, despite what my non-Jewish friends might tell you. And I'm also convinced Kw...
Here she is--a girl who gets perfect scores on standardized tests. A girl who reads Charles Dickens as if it were Beverly Cleary. A girl who writes stories as if channeling an adult. A girl who believes in Santa.
I asked my husband if he feels bad that we taught Isabella about Santa Claus. "Yes. It's a lie." He's worried that when she does find out the truth, she won't believe in magic again. The real kind of magic.
December 21, 2009 Dear Needy Children, In response to your many letters: no, no and no! I'm tired of reading your Christmas lists. You! You! You! W...
When the men approached, the black foal might have been nursing. Or she might have been on her side, giving her wobbly legs a rest, leaning into her ...
Until short security lines and turbulence-free skies come gift-wrapped, here are some holiday gifts that can lessen the stress of your frequent flier. I consulted Anne Banas, executive editor of SmarterTravel, for ideas.
If there were no Virginia, the eternal childhood that makes our lives have meaning would be extinguished. Not believe in Virginia! You might as well not believe in quantum physics!
Some in the rightwing blogosphere, who can't stand Garrison Keillor for his liberal politics, are taking shots at him for his recent pro-Christmas pie...
Since I am in the holiday spirit (and, having just consumed a mug of hot toddy, a glass of eggnog and a nip of cheer, the holiday spirits are in me), ...
(Cue song) Violent night, protest night.. Liberals flee at our sight.. They are socialist, fascist and cruel.. We will stomp them, show them to be fools.. We must wipe them all ow-out.. We must wipe them all out.
Snow affords us an opportunity to care for one another. We can shovel for an elderly neighbor, and make crossing safe for pedestrians. Whether shoveling a sidewalk or providing health care to Americans -- we could all use altruism this season.
Monday marks the first day of winter and I've put together some poems for the occasion. I've overlooked the classics hoping for a few that might be new to you.
Let's leave Tiger with his ghosts, and turn away from stories that humiliate and celebrate infidelity. Let the ghosts of philanthropy, humor and possibility remind us of what is important.