blogmas
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On the Twelfth Day of Blogmas: Christmas Day
I know that I was a girl who played with bugs and owned an iPod and ran races, once. But those versions of me are so far removed from the current version of me that I feel as though I’m talking about different people.
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On the Eleventh Day of Blogmas: Christmas Eve
Tonight, as my family clinked together copper cups of Moscow Mules or chilled glasses of Pinot Grigio, they laughed and they “fought” over all kinds of things.
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On the Tenth Day of Blogmas: An Off Season
Maybe it is an excuse, but I agree: Thanksgiving came too late and Christmas came too soon this year.
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On the Ninth Day of Blogmas: My Brooklynite Father
His stories were so mesmerizing that their sudden slip into horror could go unmissed.
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On the Eighth Day of Blogmas: Just Like the Snow I Used to Know
But the delight of seeing that wondrous powder fall from the sky … and the world outside completely untouched by footprints or pawprints or car tracks just yet … it made me feel as though the snow existed entirely for me.
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On The Seventh Day of Blogmas: Nail Salons and Boredom
When I’m sitting in the salon chair, I feel practically bored out of my mind and begin counting whatever is near me.
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On the Sixth Day of Blogmas: Holiday Anxieties
I’m usually better about managing my wide-ranging anxieties, but like many people, I find the holidays to be stressful.
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On the Fifth Day of Blogmas: Golden Rings
Allargando sounds a lot like allergy.
That American Girl 