Miracle on Grayson Place
In the spirit of "Miracle on 34th Street" I am making a Christmas wish list to find out if Santa is real. (The pictures are just representations.) A Man A Home in NYC And a great book deal for my first Novel

My Grown-Up Christmas List
Mommy gave me very specific guidelines after a certain age on the things to ask Santa for Christmas. I learned to check the suggested ages for games, make sure the books were challenging, and to ask for only the very special things that I thought would make Christmas magical (though that's not how she explained it). The last Christmas I had with Mommy she and I both had been sick and I knew we were broke. We were always broke but I knew this was for real. And so I was happy with the one video game, several drugstore watches, and whatever other small items I received that year. I made sure Mommy knew I was just as happy with those things as the things that came in huge boxes and that

The magic of Santa
The littlest member of my family (that I gift at Christmas) is in California. It would take hours of explanations with diagrams to explain why she is the youngest one I celebrate for Christmas so I'll leave that alone. Anyway, this year she learned the "truth" about Santa and is down to making a general Christmas list so that other people know what to buy her each year. She's getting an iPod touch from her parents and I, her cousin, am sending her a gift card for iTunes. Certainly she will love it – I remember when I got my iPod all I wanted was iTunes bucks – but you can't wrap iTunes in a big box and put it under the tree. I can remember when I beli

Give Love on Christmas Day
I collect glitter globes. The first one I received was a musical one from Sarah's Attic collection. It was sent to me as a surprise and had a meaningful song and scene inside. It is one of the things that I own that I do not let anyone touch because if anything happens to it my soul will be crushed. Later I received another from Sarah's Attic. When it was given to me, the giver announced that she saw me drooling over hers (which I do not ever remember even seeing it before the day it was in my hand). Then she asked me for the box. When I told her that I keep the boxes she said she would return it to me but she wanted to use it to make an exchange on one of her previous purchase

A Father Who Sucks
I just want to get this off my chest! People want to know why I care so much about this particular person's choices in life. I didn't like this person very much but I did love him more than I care to admit to anyone, ever. So it hurts dammit! And nobody realizes or even thinks I have the right to hurt, too. Anyway, out of the convoluted and into the oversimplified version of the story. There is a man who had a wife and two children. He and the wife divorced and divvyed up the holidays for their children. Last year was the mother's turn to have the children at Christmas. And this year is the father's turn to have the children at