At the back door, the boys scanned the horizon, wondering how to come up with a suitable tree, and fast. It was at this point where one brother turned to the other and said, "What are we gonna do?
At first I was surprised to learn that Gloria Simo and I have so much in common. After learning her family's story, I am even more surprised to learn the reason for our commonalities.
As the first group of would-be rescuers reached us, they called out, “Seen the Moulton boys? Their parents think they have fallen into a mine shaft or been buried in an avalanche.”
I had finally reconciled with Santa's fall from Christmas grace, and I figured that nothing could be worse than the binder paper Christmas.
I could not stretch my limited imagination to see the twelve-inch foam cone with butterscotch disks attached as any sort of tree, especially a Christmas tree. First of all, trees are green, not school bus yellow. God bless the poor family friend who made it for us.
Before I moved to Page Arizona, I always thought the traditional Diné (Navajo) greeting was pronounced Yah-ta-hey. Someone just smack me.
I'm not talking about Mayflower Pilgrims and Native Americans; I'm talking about finding opportunities to be thankful even when there doesn't seem to be much to be thankful for.