To my friends near and far, I've put together some photos of Christmas on the farm and linked them with jazz singer Abbey Lincoln singin...

 - - Back in November I scanned a few of Trina Schart Hyman's illustrations of A Child's Christmas in Wales , by Dylan Thomas to s...

- - I read a billboard: Gifting made easy. I mourned suddenly the loss of giving . And I thought of the green-glazed vase curved like...

- - Come in from a cold deep walk in the night Where stars and moon peg indigo with white  Curl up by the fire or lounge by the tree Dri...

- - Not having taken part in any of the true miseries known to man, I only know about them through words and images shared by others. Th...

- -      The way I want Christmas is withdrawn, but attentive, and giving. Like a woman. During holiday hullabaloo the thrusts of commerce...

- We're closing the circle of the year. Christmas for me is a spiral of memories, unwrapping tree ornaments from worn and wrinkled tissu...

- male junco In the darkest day I looked for light. Shadows needed to be brightened with divine announcements - to be redeemed...

- - Luckily I had my camera with me walking to a meeting across campus on one of the coldest days a couple years ago. His nose and ears were...

- - Pronounced AH-shoo-REH . In İstanbul in the late eighties when Don was selling kilims and copper to the U.S. market hot for Turkish stuf...

- - I so loved reading the stories of how you named your blogs. Thank you for telling them, I learned some fun and important things about yo...

I might live on a farm - scuttling around with chickens in the yard, hanging laundry on the line in bare feet, slopping leftovers onto the c...

Between eating homemade chicken and noodles and Don's Bûche de Noël (Christmas cake), playing Settlers of Catan , romping in the snow, l...