Guest Post (Thank you, J!) My parents had cultivated the idea that my sister and I were hopelessly over-indulged… … and they firmly believed that Christmas presents should be educational or functional…… Continue reading
Guest post (Thank you, T!) : I wanted walkie-talkies for Christmas. It was the apex of the CB craze and I imagined running around the woods and neighborhood using my cool CB lingo… Continue reading
Guest Post: My mom was the master of keeping up illusions. One year she used boots to make footprints coming out of the chimney… …she knocked some stuff over…. …and dropped a doll… Continue reading
When I was four years old, I really wanted a dollhouse. Since my father was handy with tools, he decided to make my dream come true and build me one for Christmas. Every… Continue reading
My parents brought home a humble income, which meant that everything we did was on a budget… including Christmas gifts. Each December, my brothers and I were tasked with strategically aligning our holiday… Continue reading
When I was in high school, my father was asked to pastor a small mid-western church, so we dutifully packed up our lives and migrated. There were only fifty-some people who attended the… Continue reading
What it’s like to shop for clothes: It’s such a simple sequence of events… that makes you look like a total asshole when you do it in December.
I grew up in rural Pennsylvania where you were either Christian, Amish, Mennonite or backslidden. My mother loved to tell guests how wonderful our town was because, “grocery stores played Christian music…” …and… Continue reading