He didn't exactly swagger into the house. He walked the way he always does. Only he walked with confidence.
He didn't hunch through a doorway. He didn't slouch in a chair. He sat like a capital "L" perfectly straight, not crossing and uncrossing his arms, not shuffling his feet, not looking like a corralled horse eager to bolt.
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I told her it was the cold-winter-post-Christmas partums. "That's why you can't get out of bed in the morning. It's January. Nobody wants to get out of bed." But Rose said she had never before had a January like this…
Read MoreShe made three scarves, one for each of us. Lauren's is white with silver and blue sparkles, Julie's is light purple and mine is dark purple and green. They're not the long, thick variety you can wrap around your neck two or three times and still have enough left over for a flowing tail. They're not fancy scarves, either - no cable stitches or popcorn knots or intricate sewn embroidery on any of them. They are just rectangles of soft yarn knitted…
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When my kids were little, I used to notice these things: The way the sky in winter looks as if you could skate on it; the way the evergreens, laden with snow, look like they belong next to a gingerbread house; the way the world looks when the snow stops and the sun comes out and everything seems fresh and newborn…
Read MoreIt is snowing and I am late, the traffic on Route 138 backed up for miles. When I arrive at New England Sinai Hospital, Laurie Kelly is gone because the traffic will make her late if she waits for me. She cannot be late. She has driven all the way from Monument Beach to Stoughton with her 6-year-old daughter so that the child can see with her own eyes that her father is still in the same room, in the same hospital bed, where he was yesterday, and the day before yesterday and dozens of days before that.
Read Morehere are 12 days of Christmas, Father Coen says every year.
And every year I sit in church and hear the words and dismiss them, certain that while in theory this may be true, in fact if everything isn't done by Christmas Day, the season will be ruined.
This year, everything wasn't done. I hardly did any shopping, never bought even one stocking stuffer, never sent Christmas cards or made a gingerbread house…
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