by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Jan 6, 2013 | Nusahati
Dear Mom and Dad: It has now been three months since I left for college. I have been remiss in writing and I am very sorry for the thoughtlessness in not having written before. I will bring you up-to-date now, but before you read on, please sit down. You are not going...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Dec 30, 2012 | Nusahati
Take twelve whole months. Clean them thoroughly of all bitterness, hate, and jealousy. Make them just as fresh and clean as possible. Now cut each month into twenty-eight, thirty, or thirty-one different parts, but don’t make up the whole batch at once. Prepare it one...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Dec 27, 2012 | Nusahati
It didn’t look much like Christmas that December 23, 1969. The trees were lush, the countryside awash in green. There was no hint of snow in the sweltering heat. In fact, I was the only thing that “looked like Christmas.” I was perched in the open...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Dec 19, 2012 | Nusahati
It was the night before Christmas and I was very sad because my family life had been severely disrupted and I was sure that Christmas would never come. There was none of the usual joy and anticipation that I always felt during the Christmas season. I was eight years...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Dec 16, 2012 | Nusahati
It’s just a small white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so. It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas —...
by Taripar Doly, S.E., M.M. | Dec 13, 2012 | Nusahati
Years ago, in a small fishing village in Holland, a young boy taught the world about the rewards of unselfish service. Because the entire village revolved around the fishing industry, a volunteer rescue team was needed in cases of emergency. One night the winds...
