Off I go

Join me on the trail, both metaphorical and literal, as I blaze a way through my next phase of life, as a writer, as an activist, as a person of faith, as a traveler, and whatever else I prove to be.

A secular Christmas

In the living room of the house in which I grew up there was a wood-burning fireplace surrounded by white bricks. Every December it was the center of all things Christmas. The armchair that stood year-round to the right of the fireplace was moved to make room for the Christmas tree, usually a six-footer with the pine aroma of the holiday.

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