Dream Bigger this Christmas

Kevin and Baby Carly. Christmas, 2008. Just Ask.  None of my (suburban, American, well-fed and cared for) grandchildren has ever told me, “I want a rubber band this Christmas.” Nor “I asked Santa for a bowl of oatmeal.” Nor “I wish for a tube of toothpaste.” No. They dream big: They ask for new bicycles […]


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Charmed into Joy

My Beautiful Granddaughter, Carly. October, 2011. Photo by Ryan Lagrand. The jeweler and I huddled over his velvet-lined tray, arranging and rearranging the seven charms. “Where did you get them?” he asked. “I’ve been collecting them for a few months. There’s a charm for each of my grandchildren. The baby’s name is Sawyer, so the saw […]


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Charmed into Joy

My Beautiful Granddaughter, Carly. October, 2011. Photo by Ryan Lagrand. The jeweler and I huddled over his velvet-lined tray, arranging and rearranging the seven charms. “Where did you get them?” he asked. “I’ve been collecting them for a few months. There’s a charm for each of my grandchildren. The baby’s name is Sawyer, so the saw […]


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Always Dinner Rolls, Never Biscuits

Dinner Rolls.  Every Gift is a Golden Thing“Please pass the biscuits,” a relative asked at some holiday family feast, a few years ago. As I lifted the bread basket, I said, “They’re not biscuits. They’re dinner rolls.” “There’s a difference?” “Oh yes. Biscuits are a quick bread. You mix them up, roll them, cut them, […]


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Always Dinner Rolls, Never Biscuits

Dinner Rolls.  Every Gift is a Golden Thing“Please pass the biscuits,” a relative asked at some holiday family feast, a few years ago. As I lifted the bread basket, I said, “They’re not biscuits. They’re dinner rolls.” “There’s a difference?” “Oh yes. Biscuits are a quick bread. You mix them up, roll them, cut them, […]


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