christmas
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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 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 Second Day of Blogmas: Reflecting on Christmas Eve, being a child, and wanting children.
The way the adults got on made it seem as though the world simply existed for them to live in it. That their only job was to shriek with laughter and dunk those large shrimps into the pools of tart, red sauce on their plates.
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The Twelve Days of Blogmas
We are officialy twelve days out from Christmas Day, unless you ask my husband. For him, this December 25th business is a fallacy: Christmas, or rather, Serbian Christmas, falls unpretentiously on January 7th. Whether you’re celebrating this month or next month, one thing remains disturbingly misunderstood and well-celebrated: this blasphemous “twelve days until Christmas” countdown. …
That American Girl 