What if Santa and Aslan were copilots?

Turns out not everyone knows who Aslan is. Oh, the shame. Anyway, read on for this month’s newsletter article.

1992: the year I started second grade. We lived, randomly, in a tiny farmhouse on five acres of Tennessee country goodness. Sounds weird if you know we’re not farmers, we had no animals (save for Trudy, our trusty miniature daschund), and we actually didn’t know how to function outside of a city. And also a horse lived in the barn on our property for a few weeks; another obscure component of this experience…

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