Author: Kerry Faler

I collect typewriters in the 21st century. I’m an enigma that way.

7.366/366: a lot has happened

I think this Mad Men pic captures this year perfectly.

This has been quite a year. We can all agree on that, I’m sure. It wasn’t a great year in many respects, but my son graduated from high school and started college. Ben Folds put out a Christmas album and Scorsese made a Beatles documentary. I turned half a century old. I discovered Viviana’s shoes and Urban Decay’s setting spray. My husband likes his job. My oldest is starting an online course that she’s very excited about and my middle kid is starting school in 14 days (and she’s very excited about it).

Next year looks promising.

Now, everyone write your senators and congressional representatives every chance you get for the foreseeable future.

Love you, dear readers. Happy New Year.

7.359/366: the empty stocking

It has become something of a tradition here at the Kerry Blog where I post the sermon a the end of The Bishop’s Wife each year. It’s my favorite Christmas movie — one of my favorite movies, period. I encourage you to watch it tonight as you fill stockings, as I will be doing. It’s on Prime, just so you know.

Here’s the sermon. The message is wonderful. Merry Christmas Eve.

Tonight I want to tell you the story of an empty stocking.

Once upon a midnight clear, there was a child’s cry, a blazing star hung over a stable, and wise men came with birthday gifts. We haven’t forgotten that night down the centuries. We celebrate it with stars on Christmas trees, with the sound of bells, and with gifts.

But especially with gifts. You give me a book, I give you a tie. Aunt Martha has always wanted an orange squeezer and Uncle Henry can do with a new pipe. For we forget nobody, adult or child. All the stockings are filled, all that is, except one. And we have even forgotten to hang it up. The stocking for the child born in a manger. Its his birthday we’re celebrating. Don’t let us ever forget that.

Let us ask ourselves what He would wish for most. And then, let each put in his share, loving kindness, warm hearts, and a stretched out hand of tolerance. All the shinning gifts that make peace on earth.