Open Window

Words can hurt, and words can heal. Words can divide people or build bridges.

If I can put in my snow request for the season, I would like one good snowstorm—maybe six inches or so—and then we can head into spring.

This Christmas season as we were making paper towel snowmen and paper towel nativity figures to give as presents, I had an idea for a gift for a friend and her family.

If the wind chill is 5 degrees on Thursday, how many cups of hot chocolate will Judy need when the wind chill is 15 degrees below zero on Friday?

As I encounter people in my daily life—whether those who are close to me or those who are strangers—I am going to try to assume that they are acting with good intentions and their best understanding of situations.

There are holiday gatherings, and then there are holiday gatherings with wonderful punny themes.

Before I was a mother, I thought Christmas countdowns were cute and decorative and fun. Now I think they exist so parents can direct their children to the nearest countdown feature.

This week we are lighting the pink candle on our Advent wreath as we say, “Gaudete!”