Kristineapalooza

I hosted a festival of sorts in my bedroom this weekend. My friend dubbed it Kristineapalooza. Spur of the moment but oh so fun, I’d do it again. Only I’m not sure I could do it fully clothed, as I gave much of my wardrobe away during the festivities. In this way, it wasn’t really…

When lighting a candle . . .

. . . it is best to make a wish. Or so my mother told me. So when I found myself on Christmas Eve, in single-digit weather, lighting hundreds of candles lining my street, I had a wealth of wishes. I decided not to be greedy. As I lit the luminaries in front of each…

Give it up

I will never hold a garage, tag or yard sale. Yes, I said never. On this point, I’m clear and sure. And it’s not just because I can’t stand the thought of giving odd strangers the license to paw through my things and case my house. I’m a giver, you see. I have many faults….