The Light Box (Advent for the Skeptical and Weary, Part 2)
Here in New York, it’s normal for grown-ups to grouse about winter. Much complaining about the ice-crusted driveways and shoveling and and the dark days and the flu. That thirteenth snowfall is so magical, says no New Yorker ever. (By the way, this is part 2 of a series of little musings called Advent for the …