Roughly eight years, on a foggy late fall evening, while walking back home with my boyfriend at the…
Oh no! It’s 11 p.m. on Christmas Eve, and you still don’t have a present for your sister’s boyfriend or your cousin Tara!
Two more days before I’m on a plane away from the life I have built.
Two more days before I leave behind all the worries, the fears, the overbearing anxiety that is the puppeteer of my life.
Christ child, accept the gratitude from a little drummer girl whose heart shall keep beating as an offering of praise.