The U.S. East Coast is getting snow today — heavy, wet stuff, the kind that will be a pain to shovel. I don’t have to worry about that at the moment, though. Instead, I am sitting inside, watching the snow fall.( Read the rest of this entry » )
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This Memorial Day, I have a lot to be grateful for: my mom, time with my family, those who’ve served our country whether or not they died in her service (including my dad, my older brother, my dad’s brothers, my mother’s father — Civil Service, cousins, and friends), and being here to appreciate all of them.
On a Memorial Day holiday 15 years ago, I was on a boat with my fiancĂ© (now husband), his brother, the brother’s roommate, and the roommate’s girlfriend. That was the day I learned how sharp motorboat propellers are. (Oddly enough, my husband and I don’t go boating for Memorial Day.) That’s 15 years to appreciate.
What are you grateful for today?
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I have an amazing mother, one who has always believed in me, always supported me, always told me I could be who I wanted to be. She didn’t just mouth the words, though; she lived them. She went back to school to get a degree in journalism. For part of her degree, she had to take a foreign language, and I treasure the memories of getting up early to help her with her flash cards. She went back to school again when I went to college, and it was lots of fun commuting with her and even taking a class together.
Today is not just Mother’s Day; it’s also her birthday (29 again!).
She’s still here, still supporting me, even though I live far, far away now. I can only hope I’m as good a mom to my kids as she still is to me.
I love you, Mom.
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(Today’s post is a guest post from Erin Kendall of Turtleduck Press. Enjoy!)
Christmas. It is my most favorite time of year: snow-covered streets; beautiful lights on houses and stores; people dashing around in a buying frenzy; our Christmas tree (which I swear looks more beautiful every year, even though technically it’s the same tree); family and friends, love and gifts, Christmas carols and hot chocolate by the fire….( Read the rest of this entry » )
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