A gift of grace to help you through the holidays


Hey Reader! I’ve got a story for you: About ten years out of high school I went home for the holidays. I went to a bar with my brother, expecting a low-key night out with people I’d known forever. I ended up running into a pack of cheerleaders from my grade who’d been super-popular. Immediately I devolved from a confident, self-assured New York City professional into a chip-on-my-shoulder, wildly-insecure teenager. They greeted me with genuine enthusiasm, but I was suspicious of their intent....