Growing up, I was a witness to my parents bickering about religion.
The holiday season, for some reason, makes me long to spend time in farm supply stores. Now, you probably just cocked your head to one side like a confused canine as you stared at these words on your screen, so let me explain.
Within the volumes of papers my father gave me of my great uncle’s, there are dozens of letters. Some of them are sweet, others beautiful or funny, and a few move me to tears.
At least once a month, I tell my husband that we should move to Alaska.
My favorite thing about summer are the lightning bugs. They’re soothing to watch and the very sight of them fills me with nostalgia. They take me back.
One topic I usually avoid discussing is religion. My avoidance isn’t really because I don’t want to get into disagreements with people or because I’m uncomfortable with the topic, but because it’s such an intimately personal topic for me. My religious journey, it seems,… Continue Reading “A very personal post (about religion)”
A few weeks ago, I was excited about the upcoming holiday season. With a new job in a company that is heavily focused on the holidays, I thought this year would be different. The last few years, I have preferred for December to just… Continue Reading “What happened to the magic?”
Superman had Kryptonite; I have nostalgia and whimsy to bring me to my knees. And it strikes in the oddest of ways. I can’t predict when I’m going to be caught in the headwinds of fanciful dreaming – it just happens and sometimes it… Continue Reading “Nostalgia and whimsy and…. travel trailers?”