Holiday Letters. Miracles. Genius. I manage a toast to the Christmas tree and one to the sweet absurdity in the miracle of the verb to be. Lucky you, lucky me.” ― Miller Williams Dear Writer Friends, This week, I am writing on our annu...

An Image in Four Parts She said to pay attention to the turkey soup — the way it tastes the saltiness, the soupiness, the sturdiness. She said nothing else mattered, just taste, but instead I keep thinking about the lessons of her kitch...

A To-Do List. Giving. Sacred Centers. “When the song of the angels is stilled, when the star in the sky is gone, when the kings and princes are home, when the shepherds are back with their flocks, the work of Christmas begins: to find the lost,...

The Challenge and Art of the Six-Word Memoir Broken miracle beautifully duct taped together.  Depth breath. Two steps. Deep breath.  Star dust. Scar tissue. Steel rims. Brick by brick. Stone by stone. Let the river carry you ...