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When Tylenol just wouldn’t be enough

It started a week ago Sunday with rosy cheeks. We had a crackling fire in the fireplace and Maddie had camped herself next to it to do her homework. When I saw her rosy cheeks a little later, I wanted … Continue reading

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If only

If only I had not grown up in the snowbelt of Western NY and was afraid of driving when the weather forecast called for 3-6″ of fresh snow to fall in four hours. If only I had not allowed my … Continue reading

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When Jolly Ol’ Saint Nick meets dog

Last Wednesday was the Feast of Saint Nicolas. It’s a fairly big deal in many parts of the world and I’ve made it a part of our holiday merriment since the girls were very little. Every year on the evening … Continue reading

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Ho ho oh…

You’d think that I would have plenty of options. After all, I love taking pictures. It seems like it would be a given that I would have photos of the four of us (and maybe a few with four-legged friends … Continue reading

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Great Expectations

I blame Disney. And the Cleavers. And maybe a little bit of the Brady Bunch. The Partridge Family is in the clear…although every single one of them had good singing voices, so maybe I do blame them as well, because … Continue reading

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The first step is acknowledgement

I will admit to a little bit of gross factor. I will say that my “I’m turning into a country girl” bravado has taken a step back. I will acknowledge that I will be thinking about more than just “Am … Continue reading

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Going on a bear hunt

Say it along with me now… Going on a bear hunt. (Going on a bear hunt.) Gonna catch a bear. (Gonna catch a bear.) Got my gun. Got my my monster truck. Got my Amish friends. Let’s go. *** The … Continue reading

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