As another year passes and a new one begins, it is only natural to think about how you can improve your life. Many of us try to start this journey of self improvement by making New Year's resolutions.
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Forty-seven years ago tonight, December 24th, the three astronauts from the Apollo 8 mission to the moon were approaching the lunar sunrise. Yes, it was Christmas Eve. In the United States, it was nighttime. It was 1968.
It's easy to feel less-than during the holidays, which could also be called the "Season of Pressure to Have the Perfect Family." All the music in the stores is romantic; the commercials on TV are filled with happy, intact families snuggling by the fire.
Even Protestants are Catholic on Christmas. Catholic means universal. We all should be universally awaiting and celebrating the birth of our Lord and Savior together.
The wrapping paper is tucked neatly in the recycling bin. The cookies grow stale, their once smooth, red-and-green icing chipping away. The tree, a fire hazard now, has stopped taking its water, though it still emits the faintest fir scent.
I'm all about holidays and parties that pertain to holidays. Halloween? Love it. I'll drive all over town in search of a red trenchcoat so that I can be Carmen San Diego. Thanksgiving? Give me all of your stuffing and no one gets hurt. But New Year's Eve? Yeah, I'm not buying what you're selling.
Not long ago, I called my parents and my three sisters and said that I'd like to have a meeting to discuss important decisions that needed to be made when life gets in the way of our plans.
Although it may be a difficult adjustment, it is possible to enjoy this time and continue to create happy memories for your children no matter what your relationship with your ex might be.
During the winter break, I got the opportunity to visit my hometown of Pakistan. Having lived in a tolerant community for most of my life, I had never been exposed to the notion of religious intolerance, so it was vastly befuddling for me to see the rage with which religious minorities are denied their religious rights here.
It's been a Harry and David Christmas at our house this year. We have pears coming out of our ears.
I realize this is going to sound like the Grinchiest thing ever, but I cannot wait for the holiday season to finally end so I can be rid of the infernal Elf on the Shelf that first darkened our home last yuletide.
If you are one of the growing number of parents who leave their baby boys' foreskins alone, as nature intended, you might need to brace yourself for the holidays.
Is "Last Christmas" about AIDS? Is it George Michael, or some other tragedy-stricken gay man, watching his love life fall apart from the keyhole of the closet door? Or is it just a tale of adultery and heartbreak between two placeholders.
At this time of year, many people give and receive holiday gifts. It's a wonderful opportunity to express one's love and care.
Here are a few strategies that our counselors recommend for anyone looking for a little guidance in how to manage grief this holiday season: