Vent post – read at your own risk! ‘Tis the season for charity. People volunteer at soup kitchens, buy gifts for angel tree kids, and donate to worthy causes. It’s a feel-good thing, and it’s the holidays, right?
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::sniffle:: Happy Holidays. ::sneeze:: What is it with us and the holiday germs? Seems like every Christmas ends up with someone sick – not anxiety sick – but actual germy, disgusting-please-don’t-share sick. In an odd way,
I caught myself wistfully wishing that my kids were normal today. It was tinged with frustration, sadness, and a tiny bit of raging anger against the universe. Who am I kidding? My family isn’t normal in any way, including Mr.
I grew up hearing people grump that Thanksgiving was being overrun by Christmas. “Christmas decorations in the store before Halloween!” It was blasphemy – each holiday should be celebrated in its own season: no rush, no fuss, and certainly