12 days of christmas

  • Smile

    On the eighth day of Christmas I wondered how the steps I take with my average girl feet might change the world— even in some small way. I wondered for about a second and then I stopped wondering and just…smiled.… Continue reading

  • Couch Chat

    On the seventh day of Christmas the sun came and then it went. In between the coming and going of the sun lots of love happened. Lots of smiles. A couple of sad thoughts. Hardly any cranky ones— hells yes.… Continue reading

  • Tonight

    On the sixth day of Christmas, I craved a feeling. A specific feeling, really. I craved a couch. And a book. And me. All of us rolled up together, where nothing and no one could find us. It’s not like I… Continue reading

  • Dear Santa

    Dear Santa, It’s the second day of Christmas and here I am writing to you! Surprise! I know. It’s been FOREVER. I’ll try not to leave it so long next time. I wonder if you’ll even get this little email… Continue reading

  • Mary’s Boy Child. And Mine.

    On the first day of Christmas, all my Mum pieces melted into puddles of sun. It was the boy child who did it. ‘Mummy!’ he shouted, the moment he saw me smiling from my place in the front row… where I simply… Continue reading

  • Twelve Days of Christmas

    Christmas has always been a special time of year, for me. It’s a time that brings people together, a time that turns our worldly differences into love hearts and butterflies (and we all know how much this girl loves love… Continue reading