This might be an understatement, but my overall thought on Christmas is “Oh my Lord, babies are the best!”.
And this was what Christmas was. And this was what a family looked like. And it would take some time before I knew anything different and concluded that different wasn’t better at all.
I should start by saying I have no idea what time or date it is. I think Christmas was a few days ago, and something about this ringing in my ears tells me it was a doozy. I can tell from stubbed toes that my son made out like a bandit, racking up enough markers… Continue reading The Gift That Keeps On Sneezing
Some bets you can bank on this Christmas Eve Eve weekend. Candle light will flicker small at first, pass from hand to another until a tiny sanctuary glows brilliant. Chestnuts will be purchased pre-packaged with “hickory-smoked-like artificial scent preservative” and we’ll watch a DVD of a cozy, crackling logs. The toddler will keep insisting he needs to… Continue reading 5-1: Uncle Larry sets his eyebrows on fire
Thus began my journey, the long road to forgiveness, the arduous task of not acting out and purposely gift-shaming my sister. I willed myself to drink water when a sip of that sugary revenge nectar seemed so sweet. This is love.