I wonder if this is the year I’ll get to invite my son inside. By Kathi Valeii
With an IQ of 70, I don’t think he has the capacity for figuring it out on his own. By Laurie Foos
In our small town everyone talked about everyone else’s business, but no one talked to us about why our mom was sick.
By Elizabeth Creaswick
I order turkey, I plan to bake pies. The tears make my head pound but they will not fall. By Brianne DeRosa
As I open my fifth holiday season as a single woman and a mother of three, I watch the butter and sugar vanish into one another again. By Samantha Shanley
I ignored her recipe for many years as a way to avoid the loss. By Marcia Kester Doyle
As much as I love Christmas, without Santa I felt only glee and relief at the massive reduction in my December workload. By Michelle Deininger
Already in love with the boy’s father, I wanted to build something special with his son too.
By Hillary Vaillancourt