Finding the Gift

Finding the Gift

I knew they were there, so it wasn’t a total shock to find the stack of journals in a box of assorted memories. What was a surprise was what I found inside: I found me.  As much as I have sworn off moving ever again, it really has been an interesting and...
Believing is Seeing

Believing is Seeing

I was 12 – well past the age of believing in Santa – and yet here I was, standing in line to go sit on the big man’s knee with my younger sisters, and to plead my case of being a good girl and deserving that for which I was asking.  It was because of those...