blogmas
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On the Eleventh Day of Blogmas: Christmas Eve Shenanigans
They say change takes time. It also takes Pepto Bismol, apparently.
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On the Tenth Day of Blogmas: Christmas For Adults
I’m a morning person. I love the quiet stillness of early dawn, especially when it’s still dark outside. I like to sit back with a cup of earl grey tea and listen to music that feels warm. I’ll open my Vera Bradley planner and make a list; the list typically begins with reasonable tasks but…
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On the Ninth Day of Blogmas: Winter Solstice
Today marks the true start of winter: the day that earth tilts furthest from the sun. It was the shortest day and longest night of the year, although I was none the wiser to its brief luminosity or everlasting darkness. I laid inside on the couch with the curtains drawn closed the whole day, coughing…
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On the Eighth Day of Blogmas: Thinking of New Year’s Day
Well, we’re five brief days from Christmas and I’m beginning to think this year may really be a wash-out. I don’t mean to sound glum, but between my cold (which I’ve passed on to Aleksa) and my unsuccessful attempts at shopping for gifts, we’ll just have to see how I pull this one off. To…
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On the Sixth Day of Blogmas: Drawbacks of Being a Writer
Ask any writer about the biggest challenge they face as a writer. I guarantee they will all have the same answer. And it’s not the lack of time to write or the narrowing job market, although those are great runner-up answers. A writer’s biggest challenge is deciding to write or not write about people who…
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On the Fifth Day of Blogmas: Sore Throats & Things I Wrote
Reflecting on a busy year in the writing world (with a touch of the sniffles).
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On the Third Day of Blogmas: Where Are You Christmas?
I hate to say it, but I’m not feeling the Christmas spirit this year. Jaded adults like to say that this is simply a symptom of adulthood: the holidays lose their magic. But I don’t buy into that belief. I don’t think Christmas has lost its magic. And I don’t think I’ve lost my magic,…
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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.
That American Girl 