My heart is returned to Sister Winter

The clouds are rolling in, the televised holiday specials are on constant rotation, and the wind is blowing heartily.  Finally, it is winter!  (I would insert a requisite Mayan apocalypse joke here, but alas, everyone else has come up with much more timely and witty jokes than I can at the moment.)

Whether you celebrate Winter Solstice, Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, or Festivus, the holidays are a time for appreciating the foundation of our experience as human beings — generous love.  

During your time with your loved ones, I urge you to talk to your nieces, nephews, sons, daughters, god-children, and grandkids about the importance of recognizing and respecting families of all shapes, sizes, and colors.  When we welcome others to openly love whom they choose, we create a world full of generous love for the generations after us.

Blah, blah, blah, sappy holiday nonsense.  When you go home, give you mother a kiss for me.  Oh, and if you don’t know what to get me, a thoughtful, handmade gift is always the right call.

Updates again after the New Year!

Since many of us are still in the holiday frenzy time-crunch, I leave you with my favorite gift-wrapping accompaniment — Sufjan Stevens:


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