Dear Diary, Please make it stop!

Dear Holiday Diary, After a week of decorating, I still am surrounded by doodads and ditzies just begging to be made into some form of centerpiece, swag or other holiday shimmery thing. It doesn't help that I keep looking up at my cupboards with the memory of this ceiling I spied while in Denver. Thanks... Continue Reading →

You Still Have a Chance!

I have spent hours sketching, drawing, crafting, cutting, slicing and pasting my Christmas cards in a sort of elf-like assembly line without the elves. While up to my elbows in paper scraps, I looked forward to that blissful nirvanic state attained after slipping them into envelopes. A lot of love goes into each card and... Continue Reading →

The Unusually Wild Gift Guide

I've been surfing the net for the wildest gifts online and would like to share a few unusual finds with you. Some are wilder than others, but they are all meant for someone who has everything or a sense of humor. The Power Nap Head Pillow can be found at Bedding In Because naptime...  The... Continue Reading →

Do You Know What Day This Is?

It was a sunny Wisconsin morning the first time it happened. My mother screamed and ran into our bedroom waking my sister Patty and me from a sound slumber. I thought my small heart would explode. I bolted from our shared bed and followed her to the picture window of our apartment. “There’s a purple... Continue Reading →

Guess What? A Contest

One of my annual holiday traditions is creating our family Christmas card. In the last couple of days, I have drawn and copied, cut, folded and stacked all of the parts that will be ready to glue and assemble. With around 24 hours into this art project, I would guess that I am just about... Continue Reading →

Creeped Out by Santa

Do I look terrified or what? My sister escaped! Let me start out by clarifying that I love the idea of Santa Claus as the embodiment of joy and generosity for children around the world. But it was the department store Santa with the nasty cigarette and coffee breath I endured for the sake of... Continue Reading →

Tackling the Turkey

Don't I look confident? It is all a facade. When my children were younger, I would get nervous just thinking about Thanksgiving. Roasting that humongous bird was intimidating. All those years of my own mother making the perfect feast loomed over my head and I feared that I would make the dreaded - dried out turkey.... Continue Reading →

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