The Merry Bells Keep Ringing

I've written a LOT about difficult family in the past. While "getting it out" is cathartic for certain, there is a certain aspect of it that pulls negativity into the forefront. I get comments from readers all the time that talk about how things hit home due to the way my words rang true for… Continue reading The Merry Bells Keep Ringing

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