There it waits...the orange chaise. Waiting for these stiff limbs to sink down on a chilly 6 a.m. morning. The velvet fabric faded, the...

Some say we've made this day a pageant. All the trimmings and toil, all the tinsel and tasks that were not part of the first Christmas...

I spent a weekend in a no-frills cabin with a small group of women, most of whom I didn't know, at least not very well. I'm generally...