Once every couple of months, a group of volunteers crowds into the slim, cement walkways between the houses of the Bangkok slums.
Growing up, I rarely missed a day of school.
I like a plan.
There is a lot to mourn right now.
For all its manifold charms—Vince Guaraldi’s evergreen jazz score first among them—the highlight of the Charlie Brown Christmas special is the moment when Linus recites the story of the angels announcing Jesus’ birth.
It seems every year the pressure surrounding Christmas gift-giving spins more and more out of control.
I had only been married for a few years when cancer tried to kill my mother-in-law.
I’m a product of 1982, born in Chattanooga, Tennessee, to parents who were not raised in the South.
Waiting for presents on Christmas morning was never the hard part.
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