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…

Giving thanks through gritted teeth

This post is for those of you feeling like you might just be from the island of misfit toys this Thanksgiving. If you’ve never felt this way during the start of the holiday season, all the more reason to give thanks. And if you’re feeling that way this holiday season, a friendly reminder from little…

The perfectly imperfect mother

I wear my mother’s perfume from time to time. And when I say her perfume, I don’t mean the scent she wore. I mean the scent my well-meaning father bought for her, despite the fact that I never, ever smelled perfume on my mother in my life. Perfume gave her a headache. Something you’d think…

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…

Jordache jeans, make me a woman. Please.

I did not have “the look.” But I knew I wanted it. The particular look in question was not explicitly spelled out in the early 1980s Jordache jeans commercial that started my frenzy of confusing “want” with “need.” Let’s just say it involved multiple women in some odd tube-top outfits carrying what looked like the…

Christmas accomplished

I have a beef with the whole holiday hoopla. A beef I might not normally share but since I have the luxury of a platform (this blog) and an entire large container of Costco peppermint bark next to me, why not? Grab a cuppa’ and join me. I blame TJ Maxx. (Ok, Marshalls and HomeGoods…

Can a bauble get you through a tough week? Sure. Shamelessly.

I’ve never been a believer in talismans. You can keep your rabbit’s foot and lucky penny. I shake my head when a pro baseball player feels compelled to perform rituals before he bats. Does the tap to the forehead and scratch of the nose really play into his homerun stats? Doubtful. But I get what…

Less than perfect is the new perfect

Back off, Martha Stewart. And you too, Real Simple magazine, with your deceptively “simple” crafts, recipes and organizing projects for my home. Where is the magazine for single parents? You know, the one that would never THINK of telling you that planning your recipes for the week is not only essential, but easy. The one…

Remembered

My dad was never one to forget a special occasion. Even when it was completely out of synch with modern society, he bought each and every one of his six daughters, as well as my mother, a wrist corsage to wear each Easter. My mother received a dozen yellow roses for each of her 62…

Come on baby, light my fire

My head is in the fireplace. Literally.  IN the fireplace. And I’m thinking maybe I’m just the teensiest bit out of my element here. Not only is my head in the fireplace, I am swearing under my breath. Furiously. Yes. Much swearing. It was a good idea in theory. Get the Christmas spirit going in…