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Betrayal. It is a deep pain when it comes from something beloved.
And believe me — that wallpaper was beloved.
It’s a red, blue, and…
You may recall my absurd attempt at camping last summer.
Our campground neighbor drove a pickup truck, the kind with a cover that lowers over…
So I’m telling you that marrying an outdoorsman leads to all kinds of alone time.
My husband and I have a bizarre dynamic — we…
The social media post was harsh.
It read something like, “Why do parents think changing the spelling of a child’s name makes the child…
I had an epiphany this week.
It came, as I think most epiphanies do, while I was watching Fast & Furious Presents Hobbs & Shaw…
I think we can all agree the universe is a Hydra of suck right now: Eliminate one problem, watch another sprout up in its place…
So I never got to my butchered Christmas tree last week. I have a word limit. Not a self-imposed word limit — my husband’s…
My holidays were marked by a sofa I couldn’t get rid of and a Christmas tree I accidentally murdered.
How were yours?
Let’s…
So I was reading this article about holiday stress and thinking I’d like to have some normal holiday stress instead of this berserker holiday…
Holiday traditions can be comforting, something to cherish and anticipate.
Or they can be dreadful.
Take Martha Stewart. She, like most of us, bakes Christmas…
Under normal circumstances, I need very little prep to go to our cabin. Long ago, I stocked the cabin with necessities, to minimize how much…
I took to heart those news articles about global supply chain issues affecting Christmas after I was lectured about the tilapia.
My parents eat tilapia…
I have a Thanksgiving quandary.
One of my kids hates the holiday.
You would think a kid with ancestry dating back to Plymouth Rock would…
Last year, I gave you a list of Thanksgiving activities.
That list was heavy on turkeys, light on Pilgrims. That’s because I was rejected…
It’s Halloween weekend.
So the holiday season begins on Monday, right?
Let’s pull out our festive throw pillows. Bake cookies. Start shopping. Tell…
My husband looked over my shoulder at exactly the wrong moment.
When pandemic lockdowns began, I wanted to connect with my kids.
So I did…
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