A heaping pile of steaming good

A friend recently asked what I really wanted this Christmas. And the words that came out of my mouth (narrowly edging out “anything from Bottega Veneta”) were: “A heaping pile of steaming goodness.” I mean it. And if you’ve seen Bottega Veneta’s spring line, you’ll know I must REALLY want goodness because those designer duds…

Snuggie at the ready

I’m venturing into a virtual minefield with this post. Into a veritable hotbed of opinions. The battle lines drawn around this topic will make my last post on women’s rights look positively demure. We’re about to delve into kitschy culture. Coming soon to a television near you is—gasp—the Hallmark Channel’s Christmas movie lineup. I’m not…

If we were having Christmas coffee

If we were having a pre-holiday coffee by the fire, first I’d applaud us because—who has time to have Christmas coffee?! In the mad rush of cookies, cards, presents, parties, I’d be happy we were taking a few quiet moments for ourselves. With our Santa hats on, feet by the fire, I’d first share my…

And so we heal

I grew up as one of the lucky ones. The youngest of six daughters in a house with paper thin walls. I grew up with curlers in the bathroom, a bevy of family birthday celebrations, a closetful of dress-up shoes to choose from when I wanted to play Nancy Drew or Charlie’s Angels. I was…

A mama’s Christmas arsenal

I hugged my son, long and hard, as his shoulders heaved and he let out the emotions that had roiled just below the surface all day. His sobs brought tears to my eyes and I held him so tightly, willing the pain to go away. And yet, I know, pain has a purpose. But, that…

“Mewwy Kwiffmuff”

I heard her before I saw her in the crowded store. “Man, those chips look good! I think I need to get me some of those,” she exclaimed. My son had just thrown a bag of Tostitos Scoops into our cart, an item I had forgotten but needed for a dip I was making. We…

Christmas rebels

All hail the quiet rabble rousers. A purposeful oxymoron, yes. Christmas has become a cottage industry. Have you noticed? (And yes, that rhetorical question drips with sarcasm.) A few of us have. Or so it seems, this year. I am not feeling anti-Christmas or missing the magic. The birth of Jesus Christ, whether you believe…

Coming full circle at Christmas

We had come full circle in the space of two years. There we were, on the couch. I was giving a hug filled with love. It was gratefully accepted. And before you get too excited, my dog was the grateful recipient. Bailey. My faithful companion. My shadow. The one who has perfected the art of…

Christmas tree left of center

My son had put the Christmas tree in the old spot. The spot it used to go. The spot I have avoided putting it for two years now. This should have been a non-issue. But when I walked in and saw it standing where it used to be in my old life, I did not…

Ring a ding ding. It’s your nemesis calling.

If it’s the holidays, that means I am going to my yurt. Since I don’t  have a real one, I’m going to the yurt I keep in my mind to escape from my nemesis—Little Miss Perfect in the Pumpkin Patch, as I like to call her. As we approach the Thanksgiving holiday in the States,…

Befores and Afters: Conclusion

When you return to your mother at the hospice, she is visibly changed. You are with her on one of her worst days; the whole day she is grabbing at her clothes and you, trying to get out of bed, frantic to go, not at all lucid. On your last visit, you were able to…