“Did you see me?” asked the little boy His face, lit with eternal joy. “I was the littlest shepherd,” he said, The pride coming from his hea...

Christmas lights shimmer on the bay As we come home, warm inside On a cold winter night With Christ’s birth in sight His mother cradled him ...

"Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you . . ." That song makes me want to dance, sing, and head outs...

Oh, the beautiful line of tree branches hanging and reaching, black against the dark blue sky that grows ever lighter with each passing mome...

When a mom visits a sick daughter, she might bring flowers. Not my mom. When she visits, she brings a poisonous mushroom, colorful, bright a...