The Holly Bears a Berry…

My home smells like gingerbread and fir once more, and a gloriously-spangled tree, ‘the prettiest ever,’ has joined the Advent wreath in the den. My few ‘permanent’ decorations—the crèche on the Empire chest, the mantle swag of vintage glass balls, the stockings above...

All Hayle to the Days

Almighty God, give us grace that we may cast away the works of darkness, and put upon us the armour of light, now in the time of this mortal life in which thy Son Jesus Christ came to visit us in great humility; that in the last day, when he shall come again in his...

From Whom All Blessings Flow

It’s the day before Thanksgiving. One of my very favorite days in the whole year. My kitchen, like so many others across the country (and around the world—I have friends in England, France and Sarajevo celebrating this year) is a scene of happy industry, the loved and...

Sweet Delights

It is the burnished season. At last. The sheep and goats amble across the pasture these late afternoons in a wash of amber and the trees around the house are clothed with rainbows, green and crimson and scarlet, tawny gold and flaming orange, blended into a dreamy...

Fellow Sojourners

(originally published 2005 in Inkblots magazine) It was five years ago this October that I casually tossed my new Victoria magazine on the coffee table and then snatched it back up again.  Invite Your Book Club to Tea proclaimed luxurious scrolls above a picture of a...