I realize this will sound flippant, but people who wrap up all their Christmas planning weeks before December 25 really must not have a whole lot of stress in their lives. Christmas is a disruption in my life. It just adds chaos to my already chaotic existence. I walk around dreading it, and at
Have you seen all these adorable photos of elves swimming in mugs of mini-marshmallows or making snow angels on the counter in flour? Have you felt the pressure to bring a little elf home to your kids? Has that voice in your head that tells you aren’t creative enough or don’t have enough energy at
Last year after my daughter’s third birthday party my grandmother told me, “You have a real kid’s house. You can tell they have a lot of fun here.” I know she meant this as a compliment so that’s how I took it. She meant that kids are welcomed here, that we are a happy house,
Another holiday season is upon us. For those of us who celebrate Christmas, December is often described as a roller coaster. It’s fast, there are many high and low points, there is often lots of screaming (both from excitement and anxiety), and it all ends rather suddenly making you feel both exhilarated and exhausted. As
I’m one of those people who secretly doesn’t mind when stores start decorating for Christmas right after Halloween. I LOVE Christmas. The reasons are rooted in my childhood, my Faith and are now bursting at the seams with my husband and five children. We start celebrating the day after Thanksgiving when the tree and decorations go
I realized the other day that this week, it will officially become mid-October. How did that happen?! I only vaguely remember the month of September even occurring. October is my favorite month of the whole year, so I certainly want to enjoy it, but a small, nagging voice in my head is telling me that the holidays
But as time marches on, winding its inevitable way through our lives and our memories, Rose becomes ever more Rose. That baby boy I loved becomes a baby Rose in my memories rather than the lost child he first felt like when Rose transitioned. That sense of grief is overtaken with a sense that she has always been who she is.
I write this from a Vermont mountainside condo. The steep slopes, which should be covered in lovely white snow and peppered with skiers, are strips of brown grass. A chilly rain and dense cloud cover set a gloomy mood. The chair lifts are stationery, the parking lot nearly vacant. It’s a resort ghost town in
If you celebrate Christmas, you can probably relate to the fact that there is so much pressure to have a perfect, sparkly Christmas morning. And those of us with young children know that amongst all the sparkle, come the over-tired, overwhelmed, over-excited tears. Here are a few things I’ve found to be helpful in navigating the chaos and minimizing the tears. THE NIGHT
Growing up, relatives and friends from near and far would make it a point to visit my family during Christmas. It was probably to visit with me and my three brothers. We were awfully adorable and quite well behaved children. Or it could have been for the endless supply of delectable Italian Christmas cookies. Chocolate chip! Spritz!