Reflection and expressing gratitude are two consistent elements of the Thanksgiving holiday while who and what we are thankful for may change through the years. The nostalgia of this time of year is quite compelling and as I think back about Thanksgivings past, I’m seeing my experiences in a new light with and a new found appreciation.
Theoretically, fall and winter holidays are a time of celebration, gratitude, generosity and togetherness. The reality is that somewhere along the way, much of our spirit of giving got up and went, leaving the holidays a f*cking nightmare for many.
The writers at CT Working Moms have gathered a list of local charities and other community agencies that are close to their hearts and lives. Whether you can make a monetary donation or give some of your time to help during this holiday season, giving back to our community is so very important.
Life has been so hard. Taking time to truly appreciate the good in my life has been especially challenging for me this year. So I decided that this was a challenge I needed to accept. So here I go…
I am WRECKED. I wish I meant that in the sense of having been out drinking and being fabulous, but in reality, I’m a mom who has recently survived a major holiday with two kids. The crazy thing is that we basically had a really lovely time! There were ten of us at my brother’s
Each Thanksgiving, I take inventory of the things I am grateful for. While I am never more or less appreciative, one year to the next, there are times where events like births or deaths act as glowing reminders of all that we are blessed with (and, more soberingly, how quickly those things may be lost). This
Last Thanksgiving I had a “ah ah moment.” Well I like to call it a “mom moment”…. I was running the house like CRAZY lady doing every single thing I could think of to make this holiday PERFECT for my entire family who were on their way and I sat for a moment to catch
Running is a big part of my life, and one factor that makes it so integral is the family of runners that surround me. I grew up spending Thanksgiving morning in the Manchester Road Race. The first year included my mom, dad, sister, uncle, and grandma. Some of us ran, some walked, and some ran-walked the
Sometimes I am outright alarmed at how quickly a week passes and a new month begins. I try to appreciate the days, special occasions and activities that keep us so busy, but that doesn’t make them move any slower. This last year or two I have been transitioning in “seasons of life” – for my
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Yep, already. The chaos of The HOLIDAYS has officially (unofficially?) begun. So, tomorrow, when your son dumps his full plate of food on the carpet, your other son tells you he hates everything you made and it smells like “green garbage,” and Drunk Uncle is muttering about kids these days and their