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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 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 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 Identity
Grappling with age, identity, career and nostalgia.
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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 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.
That American Girl 