I didn't make the homemade cinnamon rolls like I did last Christmas. This year I banged open a can instead and, honestly, I think the boys enjoyed them almost as much. It was a fair compromise and followed our simple ham dinner from the eve before perfectly. We were all relaxed and able to enjoy … Continue reading Christmas (being) present
Category: musings
Some thoughts I’ve been thinking
I'm kind of a blunt girl at times. I can cushion a blow when necessary, but I tend to speak pretty plainly. I don't like being misunderstood. That being said, I don't appreciate coarseness in anything other than ground pepper. During the past few years, I've grown increasingly repulsed by the contrast between public generosity … Continue reading Some thoughts I’ve been thinking
I need (to have) a dog
Two years ago, we let our 12 year-old lab, Cassidy, go. She made it clear that day when she laid down on the cold, snowy sidewalk and refused to get up, that it was time and she was ready. To this day, I so appreciate that she clearly communicated her need to be done to … Continue reading I need (to have) a dog
My dead body
I’ve long known that when I die, I want to be cremated. It doesn’t make sense to me to take up space in the ground of our already crowded Earth. As a matter of fact, I’d rather not have my remains contained to an urn, either. I’ve already asked my three sons to divide my … Continue reading My dead body
The meaning of Mass
There are some words in the English language which have so many meanings that they are impossible to accurately interpret without context. "Mass" is one of those words. I suppose my first definition of mass would have been religiously based, mass as a noun, as a destination on Sunday mornings and holidays like Christmas Eve. … Continue reading The meaning of Mass
Ode to my (p)leather jacket
Five years ago I bought a super cool motorcycle style jacket. It was beautifully broken in with a patina that mimicked years of wear and I found that it went with everything from jeans and boots to velvet and heels. It was probably the best article of clothing I ever bought at Marshall's and it … Continue reading Ode to my (p)leather jacket
I didn’t know
The first time I remember wanting to be a runner I was about 12 or 13. It seemed like such a cool thing to do - put your sneakers on and a pair of nylon, fluorescent colored shorts (it was the 80s) and just GO. I was infatuated with the idea, but, as I've come … Continue reading I didn’t know
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