Seeking Christmas Spirit
The traditions of Christmas fade into the tapestry of “used-too-be” taking my joy for decorating with it. No one will celebrate here this year, so what’s the point of decorating?
The traditions of Christmas fade into the tapestry of “used-too-be” taking my joy for decorating with it. No one will celebrate here this year, so what’s the point of decorating?
About six weeks ago, I scanned through Pinterest while sipping my morning coffee. I do this every day, letting the cup of coffee be my timer on my favorite idea generating social media platform. There was this awesome artistic howling wolf photo that I clicked and added to my Amazing Art board. Then I laughed …
Warning: in this post you will see a TON of cliches thrown around. It’s because I’m trying to make a point about facing life changes. The Borg in me knows “Resistance is Futile,” but still I resist. Change is inevitable. Change is constant. Words slung around with verve. How ironic. Change means “to make different …
High expectations rule in my world. But do I have the right to hold others to the standard? Especially since I so often fall short? You know what I mean. We have ideals. Things are important to us – and other people should value them, too. Or should they? Rewind to my post about wedding …
No matter how I say this, someone will interpret incorrectly (ie. So I look bad). I wish my nest was empty again. I know, I’ve been so focused on other things this past year, I haven’t mentioned a topic that many of you began following me to read about. You know, life after your children …
These blues have little to do with sitting on uncomfortable bleacher seats for two hours. I’ve never sat comfortably through a single graduation ceremony. I think a stiff backside is a requirement. As usual, the robes were black, so no actual “blues” there. Maybe it was just a rough day because the sun smiled on …
In the past, I’ve blogged about the empty nest syndrome. Many of my readers commiserated with the heart-wrenching transition to this phase. What about the refilled nest syndrome? Yes, I just made that up. It could be the no more silence syndrome. Or the where did all my food go syndrome. Perhaps the overflowing laundry …
Our world is shrinking. We’re part of a “global community.” But does that really mean we have to let our children fly thousands of miles away from us? Today, my youngest son boards a plane with two stops before arriving in the Middle East for a three-week educational tour. I’m excited for him – thrilled …
Friday night for years meant two things: pizza and movies. Before our sons had a social calendar rivaling Paris Hilton, we would rent two movies, pick up a pizza and chill out in the family room. This was back when the movies came from Blockbuster. Conveniently, our movie rental store was located two doors down …
I freely admit I’m no Forrest Gump, but I must say that dragging a solid oak table and ten chairs in and out of the house a few times makes me think. And once you get a writer thinking – look out – an analogy is on the way. When reflecting on uses of this …