"Dear Melanie, went to see the New York windows last night, and, OMG, met two gays! Real lives ones. Men!"
Be aware that your final product will be a reverse of the original printout, so you may have to flip your photos on the computer if they include writing.
Everything I know about the true meaning of Christmas I learned from Freddie Mercury and the rock band Queen. OK... maybe not everything. Some of it I learned from the prophet Micah.
Throw in all the Santas out there who climb on rooftops, try to drive a sled without proper training and/or drink too much eggnog, and you've got an annual parade of jolly old elves who royally screw up for the internet's enjoyment.
Get your nails done or at least painted. It absolutely gives the illusion that you have your sh*t together for this festive and overwhelming time of year. Talk with your hands! Grab that deviled egg with some pizzazz and show off your dazzling digits. It's Christmas!
In the two years since Jim's passing, I've learned a few things. When it comes to suicide, there's no rulebook. By sharing our stories we can help each other heal and navigate the trickier times, like holidays. Here are five truths I've found useful at Christmas and throughout the year.
It was my father's booming baritone on the answering machine, each flash indicating the number of messages. That morning I only had one. "Christopher, Call home immediately. Call, as soon as you get this"
With Christmas approaching, many parents are undoubtedly facing a familiar dilemma. Numerous adolescents will ask for the latest action oriented game in franchises such as Grand Theft Auto or Call of Duty or Assassin's Creed. Setting aside for a moment that many of these games, just like many movies, are made for and rated for adults, do these games actually harm minors? Are parents bad parents if they give in to their teens' Christmas requests?
Please give the gift of your time to that very special person in your life and please be mindfully present while doing so. I promise you at some point down the road, you'll look back with an incredible feeling that you too, had your own Christmas miracle reveal itself-- in a most magical, unexpected way.
What a difference a decade makes. From the most lonely of places, from the darkest of moments, from an abundance of hopelessness, the miracle of Christmas has a particular meaning to me.
Christmas is almost here! Are you guys ready? I just have wrapping left to do... that's more than I can usually say. Well, these animals are ready! They have their special festive hats, trees picked out and are willing and able to help you 'decorate.' Do your animals love to celebrate the holidays? I know my dog has her Christmas jammies picked out. :)
Christianity teaches believers to hold the needs of others above the needs of self. Christmas is the annual expression of that ongoing commitment. Giving to others and sacrificing for others are the lodestars of our planet's largest religion.
With a divorce rate in America hovering around 50%, chances are you, your sister, brother, or friend is either going through or made it through one. Because of that Christmas I'd like to forget, I want to help those of you dysfunctioning families function around the holidays.
How do you keep the spirit up as you celebrate the holidays without your kids half the time, and without the family you were a part of all the time? And how do you refrain from eating an entire half-gallon of ice cream by yourself while watching It's a Wonderful Life -- with a box of tissue nearby? You focus on your blessings, especially those that are so abundant that we don't even notice them.
It's not just that God came, but how God came. It wasn't accidental that the savior of the world was born to a poor peasant woman in an occupied country in an animal stall because they were literally homeless at the time of his birth. And soon Jesus and his family were made refugees and had to flee their country because the most powerful political ruler around the Christ child felt very threatened by his coming.
About the time the vein on my neck was going to explode from the stress of the holidays, I suddenly had a warm, fuzzy feeling. it was because I had to pick up our holiday ham.