Christmas by Cody

His name is Cody. And he schooled me today. Boy, did he ever. I walked into Best Buy a gaming system virgin. Yes, folks, embarrassing to admit this at my advanced age, but it’s true and I’m not ashamed to say it. I walked out more worldly. And it only took 25 minutes. There I…

Yes, Virginia . . .

He so wants to believe. He wants the magic to be real. Don’t we all, really? My eight-year-old has been practicing his stealth ninja walk for weeks now, thinking that he’ll trip a certain someone up when presents are being laid under the tree on December 24. He’s just not sure which certain someone he’ll…

‘Tis the season

As the first holiday cards appear in my mailbox, I greet them with a mix of delight and trepidation. So many photos of happy, smiling faces. So much good cheer. So much oversharing. Yes. Oversharing. And selective sharing. I am reminded of the year we received a holiday letter that described, in great detail, a…