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...