Ping pong on Christmas

by Priscilla Joy Agari I remember one Christmas when I was selling flowers on Long Island and after we finished, I was allowed to go to my family’s Christmas gathering in Amityville. My face was so red from being out in the cold wind. My dad was so happy,...

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...

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....

She didn’t see my elevated state

by Susan Crosthwaite   One memory I have was of going to a Christmas with some of my family members and my aunt saying ” Oh, You haven’t changed a bit!” She meant it as a complement in relief that I was OK, but I was secretly disappointed that she...
Rev. Song loves songs

Rev. Song loves songs

by Sam Harley July 16,2017 I was in New York Church when Rev Song took over. He was a tall, burly, charismatic guy. He’d been the leader of a kid’s gang on the hill in Pusan where Father and Won Pil Kim built a hut out of cardboard. The kids harassed Father at first,...