Christmas Eve is one of my favorite days. And my favorite part of Christmas Eve is the end of it, when the sun has set, the stores are closed, people are either at church or at home with family, and for a brief moment, all is calm. For me, that’s the spirit of the season.…
About a week after Thanksgiving, I posted this on Facebook. It led to a variety of comments. There was one odd man out. Yes, Dan, I called you odd. That’s what you get for liking that song. This post has a different point than “Christmas music sucks” (though that’s a valid point). The point is what came…
If you followed the blog last year, you may remember this story. This year, I turned it into a video. Happy Holidays. 🙂
Last night, I started writing my story for this week’s flash fiction challenge. It was dark in spite of its description as a “Christmas” story. It was unexpected. It had unconventional characters and a nice twist. I nearly finished it. Today, I threw it away. Because today, I learned my dear friend is in her final days of…
“Will that be all?” The cashier adds my new sweater to the bag, atop our other purchases – items we need for tonight’s ugly sweater party.
For some reason, I’m participating in a Christmas cookie exchange. I’m not entirely sure how that happened. It’s like waking up to a new life truth spoken into my dreams. You will now bake cookies and share them with your friends. So be it. Yes. Cookies. Friends. It has always been. *bangs gong* Being the…
Ah, Christmas. That magical time when for four weeks out of the year, we cover our houses with all manner of lights, inflatables, and nativities that somehow capture the wonder of the season. Followers of my Facebook page know I’m not a big fan of Christmas. It feels like a lot of clutter and tolerating…
As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to a shocking realization: I’m a Scrooge. No, I don’t oppress employees or make them beg for coal. I don’t kick poor people out on the street. And I’m not haunted by ghosts, at least not literal ones on a single night of the year. I just can’t get…
It’s November 25th, and I’m already over winter. Like, SO OVER IT. And it hasn’t even technically begun yet. I loved winter when I was a kid. I was lucky enough to grow up in a place that has seasons, so by the time winter came, my siblings and I had had our fill of…
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