My Father’s Tree

When it first came, it was one of the most popular styles. I can't remember if it was a Douglas or Noble. I remember it being covered in white "snow", and supposedly had the scent of a real tree. It was economical and practical, and it became the tradition year after year. In fact, it … Continue reading My Father’s Tree

The Missing Piece

One by one, I examined the bursts of photographs.  Each one had a different expression, a slight movement, a new reaction. My son had an animated face, and he was clearly not impressed by the impromptu photo shoot. Suddenly, I stopped. It was just an ordinary photo - a capture of my son glancing directly … Continue reading The Missing Piece