Every year, from the time I was knee-high to the kitchen counter, we could count on seafood bound to give a kid nightmares: octopuses with long tentacles thawing in the sink and whole squid that had to be cleaned and the eyeballs cut out before cooking.

Christmases past, in most cases, have fewer ghosts than good memories. We visited with Julia Scheeres, the author of The New York Times best-selling m...

My sister Ann was in town last week from California. I was delighted when she married someone from New York (whose family still lived here) because I ...

A sense-memory of Christmas as a kid hit me full-on this morning. It's Christmas morning and I'm an 11-year old, hanging around the catastrophe of discarded Christmas paper in the living room and taking it all in.

So while you're dazed and confused over where you're going and what you need to do between now and Christmas, try to remember how you felt those many years ago when you were little.