by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 13, 2017 | angels, Christmas, December, lodge, short story, trees, widow, Yellowstone National Park
I never dreamed I would spend Christmas Eve away from my native Midwestern roots, without the comfort of family and familiar foods. But, then I never dreamed I would be a widow at age 29 either. But both are true. And now, by the generosity of a fellow teacher, I am...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 11, 2017 | Christmas, Minnesota, Santa Lucia, short story, snow, Sweden
The wind on the lake flung ice crystals against the glass window pane of the cabin. Britta could barely see the fir trees in front. Such a storm! The cabin was warm enough; the rocking chair made by her husband’s skilled hands sat in front of the fireplace, a cheery...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 9, 2017 | children, Christmas, mothers, short story, stress
The calendar on the refrigerator had so many dates circled it looked like a geometry test. The kitchen sink was piled with white bowls and plates like a mouth crowded with teeth. A laundry basket in the hallway grinned mockingly, the red sock hanging over the side...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 7, 2017 | Christmas, December, England, short story, soldier, story, village
In that very odd manner that train stations have, it was cozy and yet too full at the same time. To Pastor Dillingham, it was a haven. Or at least the prelude to a haven. He was on his way home for the Christmas holidays. And everything within sight fairly sparkled...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 5, 2017 | adult children, Christmas, Christmas village, December, relationships, short story
Marian held her breath and opened the box. She peered inside. Just as she had thought. The clinking sound was the pieces of her porcelain church – the centerpiece of her tiny Christmas village. Broken. She could hardly believe it. This village had survived four moves,...
