The Year in Me-view
January 6, 2022 | Jim Angehr
A handful of loyal Letters To You readers asked me last month to assemble a “what I’ve read this year” post before the end of 2021. I thought that was a horrible idea, and the answer was “no.” Mainly because I was...
All I Wanted for Christmas
December 22, 2021 | Jim Angehr
Kids, if you’re reading, stop here. But if you insist: Santa’s not real. Sure, Santa’s a nice story and all, yet I wonder why we try to keep the Santa dream alive at all costs, even well past the stage when our once little ones...
One Last Christmas
December 15, 2021 | Jim Angehr
Franzen-heads, unite! I haven’t read it yet, but Jonathan Franzen–––he of 2001’s The Corrections-driven instant author fame, and of once upon a time Oprah Winfrey ire–––has come out with a new...
'Zat You, Santy Claus?
December 9, 2021 | Jim Angehr
No one loves a culture warrior, and so, please don’t be that person who tells your Starbucks barista that your name is “Merry Christmas.” Save it for your in-laws! I’m fine with the greeting, “merry...
The Most Saddest Time of the Year
December 2, 2021 | Jim Angehr
On this first Sunday of Advent this year, 11/28, I did something wild and crazy during the sermon. Granted, I was still my standard smoke machine, light show, and Kiss facepaint self, but it’s been a long minute since I haven’t...