It's the most wonderful time of the year they say. Recently, one of my children was at work and they wished a departing customer Happy Holidays. The customer replied, "NoooOOOOooo, it's NOT happy holidays, it's Merry Christmas!!" Ok, well that's great IF you celebrate Christmas, but contrary to popular belief, not everyone in the United… Continue reading Happy Holidays and all That
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Looking at Mother’s Day from the Other Side
It's that time of year again. All the stores are in full Mother's Day swing. The jewelry stores are holding Mother's Day extravaganzas (buy this diamond for "only" $3000 this Mother's Day and make her the happiest mom ever! LOL), florists are advertising deals on bouquets for Mom, people are jockeying for standing space at… Continue reading Looking at Mother’s Day from the Other Side
You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore
I remember when I was a little girl, my dad would always take us out the day before Easter or thereabout so we could pick out a flower for my mom. For some reason, I always picked a hydrangea bloom because it looked like a piece of popcorn and it made me giggle. For my… Continue reading You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore
The Deafening Silence
I can remember so many years ago, two little ones (when I say little, they were 13 and 6, too little to wake up on Christmas morning with the fresh memory of their father gone, their grandmother gone and the unknown knowledge that they might ~and they did~ lose their grandfather, my dad) waking up… Continue reading The Deafening Silence
The Ghost(s) of Christmases Past
Five years ago today, I moved into this house. For 24 years, this was my parent's home. In some ways, I still think of it as my mom and dad's house. To this day, I joke that I'm 49 years old and playing video games in my parent's basement. I remember the day so profoundly… Continue reading The Ghost(s) of Christmases Past
The Diminishing
Before "it" all happened, this was what my thanksgiving looked like (two people blurred since they are still here and might not want to be in the picture). My mom never settled for anything less than a finely decorated table with the "gold silverware" and the best china. All the sides were served in… Continue reading The Diminishing