Because I’m working 65+ hours a week between now and Christmas, I gave myself exactly 11 minutes to decorate for the holiday. Continue reading
Moments in time
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.
Passing the torch
(Note: This was also posted on my other blog, Journey to Tunisia)
For my 35th birthday, my father passed down to me all of his collection of Pete’s things. All of it. 
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A birthday gift like no other
My birthday is Tuesday and, since I’ve expressed that there’s nothing I want or need right now, my parents gave me the kind of gift that just cannot be replicated. Continue reading
Holidays that were
When November rolls around every year, there are always two dates on the calendar that matter – my birthday and Thanksgiving. The first grows less significant each year as I reach the age where I start to pretend that I don’t have birthdays at all. The latter, which is a holiday that’s supposed to be filled with gratitude and love and familial closeness, leaves me empty.
Calling Heaven
I never delve lightly into anything that interests me. I don’t take passing fancies to things, skimming the surface before moving along to the next thing that catches my eye. No, I’m one who immerses herself up to her elbows in the things that fascinates her. Continue reading
Trying to relax
This weekend has been all about resting and letting my body recuperate from what I put it through this past week.
Please…STOP!
Sometimes, all I can do is shake my head in a combination of wonderment and annoyance. Continue reading
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