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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 Seventh Day of Blogmas: Good Tidings We Bring
Hooray! We’ve made it to a full week of blogs. To celebrate, I’ve decided to let you in on some huge family drama … We’re changing up the Christmas Eve plans. Since August, my aunt and I have been brainstorming ways to shake things up this holiday season. We’re lucky to come from a large…
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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.
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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.
That American Girl 