“C’mon Tommy, get your coat on, we’re gonna get us a tree,” declared Max. “Yes!!” shouted Tommy as his mom helped him get snuggled into his coat, so pleased to see his joy. The boys both headed out through the kitchen door. The sun shone brightly against the new...
Pointing to the stone hearth Max said, “Just put the wood down there,” and proceeded to teach Tommy the fine art of lighting the fireplace. Making sure the chimney flue was opened he put down the crumpled newspapers and smaller kindling first, and as soon as they lit,...
They were all sitting around the kitchen table getting warm, sipping hot chocolate. Francine smiled and was grateful to be out of the falling snow. Max’s question echoed in her mind, what are you running from? She was embarrassed asking for help but her first priority...
Francine Hope smiled to see the joy of children celebrating Christmas in the large and festively decorated dining hall. The music, cheerful chaos and the aroma of freshly baked cookies combined with the scent of pine trees always meant Christmas to her. Sitting with...
Seventy-five-year-old novelist Max McKay pulled back the red taffeta drapes and looked out through the windows of their 400 square foot apartment. The landscape with its frosted fir trees and bright snowbanks was magical, just like a Christmas card. Kathy approached...
Tis the season to relive the 8-part Holiday story from last year. Enjoy! It was Halloween night, 1989. The howling winds echoed like hungry wolves as the moonlight fought hard to filter through the swiftly shifting clouds. The three-story house was old and run-down,...
