Something’s Got to Change

It’s become a pattern, an annoying part of my personality that follows me into middle age, whether I am conscious of it or not. Starting over. Every new year, the first of every month, every Monday and even just every morning I feel my brain saying it. A fresh start. A new day to be […]

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Denial: A Page in my Christmas Book

The boxes are down from the attic, stacked in haphazard fashion in the garage and waiting to be refilled. I am not ready. For seven weeks and three days, Christmas has filled this house. Santa, baby Jesus and all of their various snowmen and reindeer friends have been happily perched on shelves, hanging from the […]

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Vows

I watch them from my seat in the dimly lit ballroom, watch the sparkling lights dance on her gown as she spins. Her smile fills her face and his heart, as he gently dips and sways with her to the music. They are so young, so much in love and so very newly-wed. Less than […]

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All I want for Christmas is at Neiman Marcus

When I was a kid, Christmas was all about me. Starting each November, I would carefully turn down page corners in the huge Sears catalogue and circle my must-haves with a marker. Then I would carefully craft my annual letter to the portly man in the red suit, reminding him of all the good deeds […]

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On My Watch

The flag was the first thing I noticed. Half-staff and limp on this windless morning. Mourning as we all were, refusing to wave or stand tall. Driving into the staff parking lot, this familiar drive I have done countless times, my heart was in my throat. The kids were pouring into school, running to catch […]

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Thankful for the Little Things

There wasn’t enough of it at first. Not for quite some time. Her father fretted about it just a bit. His baby girl had hardly any hair. Granted, nobody ever questioned her gender. Her searing blue eyes matched her brother’s but her features were all girl. By the time she was two-years-old or so, I […]

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Jean Envy

They mock me from the closet…from the low shelf, hidden under an old pair of flip-flops and a sweater that’s missing a button. The pair of Miss Me jeans with the bespangled back pockets (that is totally a word). I bought them a few months ago, in a fit of enthusiasm that I had scored […]

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