Merry Christmas, True Parents’ birthday

by Douglas-Mary Moriarty I woke up on True Parents Birthday in the early 80’s and walked through the Lobby of The New Yorker. Three or four people passed by, entering the building and I greeted them all with Merry Christmas! They just nodded but then one sister...

Frozen roses

by Jennifer Espendola I was on IOWC in the states in the 80´s. We were Atlanta Georgia in one of the coldest winters. The bucket of ice in our motel room never melted. One Christmas day a Japanese sister and I were selling roses just near a 7/11.The wind chill factor...

He bought my pitiful leftovers, rejoicing

by Diane Robinette  All I had left were a few sprigs of frozen statice. Maybe a couple of half-frozen, straggly green leaf. I was out there, waving it in the wind, my eyelashes felt like they were starting to stick together as my eyes watered from the icy wind....