I am an old woman with a trunk filled with dolls. I thought I would save them for a daughter, but gave birth to four sons. Then I thought I'd save them for a granddaughter. But when the hub bub of family arrives, this trunk, stuffed in the attic, is not remembered. What is remembered, …
Mostly I'm a point A to point B person.... as in, we have a long way to go so let's go. Now. I'm not your best choice as a shopping partner. I can fake that I like shopping for a while... a short while. Typically I have a list and that's the reason I'm at the store. …
I just couldn’t post this before Thanksgiving. I’m sure you’ll understand why. And besides, Maxwell is a Christmas story. And there’s still time to forget this by then. Long ago and far away in Alaska, my husband decided we would raise our own turkey for the holidays. It would be a good lesson, he said, …
It takes me awhile to process things. I "mull", I debate inwardly over and over again, which is why I am just now coming to terms with January 1st. January 1st was our family Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years all rolled into one. A lot of expectation for one little day. It was the day we had most of our kids and …
Last week I was stuck on Christmas Perfection... or the lack thereof... or the search thereto (pretty sure that's not a real word). This week it's Continuity. I like things and people and traditions you can count on. Turns out, my continuity has been seriously messed with this year, but not totally done away with... ..... like these chubby-cheeked …
I talk on the phone to my parents and Mom laments. After the initial holiday enthusiasm wanes, after her annual Christmas craft faire is done, after her festive packages are mailed, there is the let down. The perfect Christmas seems to elude. Quiet waiting is all that is left. Then it's my turn .....there are no kids or grandkids dropping …
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