– by Anne B. Say
I knew I was frustrated.
Two things gave it away. First, I was clenching my teeth. Second, I was procrastinating. The worst part was I couldn’t seem to do anything about it. Essentially, I was on vacation and I was miserable.
Some things we do so often, or at least often enough, that we can (more…)
– Judi Formsbee
It was the Christmas of 2009, and I was without my husband, Rick. He died suddenly of a heart attack in June of that year. We had thirty-eight Christmases together. It was the hardest thing for me to go to church and feel the joy everyone else was feeling. I just didn’t have it. I had no excitement for the holiday.
Rick was always Mr. Christmas. He enjoyed the (more…)