
When the holidays are hard
I was 31 and it was Christmas Eve when we had The Talk. Everyone thought we were the perfect match. So even though I put on a
ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
I was 31 and it was Christmas Eve when we had The Talk. Everyone thought we were the perfect match. So even though I put on a
It was the year Winston Churchill became British minister, Albert Einstein unveiled his theory of relativity, and Babe Ruth made homerun history. And while
I bet you’re waiting for something right now. And I don’t mean the traffic light to change or the water pot to boil. I mean,
If we could sit on a sunny patio and chat leisurely over iced coffees tomorrow, I’d want to ask you, “What’s the best part and
It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying, but this airplane, with all my worldly belongings crammed into
Her message left me shaken. She said if we had just 30 minutes together, she could get things off her chest; she was angry and
This Sunday, you will not be far from my thoughts, dear one. With every fiber of your being you long to be a mom. You
I walked reverently between gravestones, mindful that the soil under my feet was rich with history. My eyes scanned epitaphs while my heart filled in
He was old when the promise came, and it pierced through a lifetime of hope deferred. It was an unreasonable promise, laughable at best. (Both
For years I religiously observed a late-December ritual of journaling my hopes and goals for the New Year. It was an ambitious, idealistic list, but
I was 31 and it was Christmas Eve when we had The Talk. Everyone thought we were
It was the year Winston Churchill became British minister, Albert Einstein unveiled his theory
I bet you’re waiting for something right now. And I don’t mean the traffic light
If we could sit on a sunny patio and chat leisurely over iced coffees tomorrow,
It was the last place on earth I wanted to be. I’d always loved flying,
Her message left me shaken. She said if we had just 30 minutes together, she
This Sunday, you will not be far from my thoughts, dear one. With every fiber
I walked reverently between gravestones, mindful that the soil under my feet was rich with
He was old when the promise came, and it pierced through a lifetime of hope
For years I religiously observed a late-December ritual of journaling my hopes and goals for