Joy isn’t Always a Choice
The last year or so has felt like one giant Winter Storm. Unexpected if not unprecedented. Uncomfortable and sometimes deadly. Killing off things that were once lovely and leaving behind a brittle mess in its place. But as I was…
Christmas Confession
I had a choice to make. I could keep going the way I was. Putting on a brave face and trudging through the holiday. I could grudgingly go shopping, hang garland and put up lights. Or, I could choose joy.
