Christmas, Fear and the Coconut Head

  When I was a little girl, probably around 8 or 9, we spent Christmas Eve night with my Granny, and my Uncle Lewis, who lived with her and took care of her. Spending the night there was way out of the ordinary, because she was not well, and most all my memories...

Mountain’s Echo (revisited)

  Yesterday, I was driving around, running a million and one errands. I had Christmas music playing on Pandora, and heard several versions of Joy to the World throughout the day. There is always one phrase in that song that gets me, and I knew that’s what I...

Going Beyond

  I’ve been working on a little Christmasy something that has required the involvement of some other people to be able to pull it off. I know they are just as busy as everyone else, especially at this time of year, so they probably didn’t need...