I Always Gave a Few Dollars to a Homeless Man on My Way to Work, on Christmas Eve, He Said, Do Not Go Home Today, There is Something You Do Not Know!
My first Christmas as a widow wasn’t meant to be anything special. I had planned for quiet, numb survival. Planning was all that kept me upright. Go to work at the library. Come home to an empty house. Heat leftovers I wouldn’t taste. Sleep. Repeat. Three months earlier, I had buried my husband. Cancer took…