I Saw a Bracelet My Missing Daughter and I Had Made on a Barista’s Wrist – So I Asked, ‘Where Did You Get It?’
I was 45 when Christmas stopped being something I looked forward to celebrating. It turned into a season I had to survive. I used to love everything about it. For instance, the way snow softened the world, the smell of cinnamon from the stovetop, and how my daughter, Hannah, used to belt out Christmas songs…