It is the first night in a decade that I've not spent Christmas Eve keeping vigil.

For the first time in ten years, I am not stretched out on the living room couch at my parents' home in the country as the fire slowly dies, watching the moonlight roll across the frozen creek in the ravine. It looks like a white highway, meandering through the ( Read more... )

It is always the same.

I wait until everyone goes to bed, shut off all the lights, and stretch out on the couch and listen to Stille Nacht by Mannheim Steamroller. It is the most beautiful piece of music I know.

I watch the coals in the fireplace pulse, and glow, and die. This time of year the creek is covered in snow. It unfurls like a white ribbon ( Read more... )

Well, it's that time of year and some people have been asking what I'd like for Christmas.  (Clear skin? Perseverance? World Peace?)

So, here is a little list if you're looking for ideas. And since it's a wish list...

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I'd like not to think of my ex whenever I listen to Al Otro Lada Del Rio from The Motorcycle Diaries. It's a beautiful song, but ( Read more... )