The Mom Perspective
It’s now December. Black Friday has past, and most folks are well into their Christmas shopping. As Brenton and I made our lists of who we were buying presents for, there was a little addition this year. Or rather, there were...
It’s now December. Black Friday has past, and most folks are well into their Christmas shopping. As Brenton and I made our lists of who we were buying presents for, there was a little addition this year. Or rather, there were...
I imagine for most folks going to see Christmas lights around town is a normal occurrence. Whether you visit a popular light display that’s been going on for years, a popular neighborhood that is all decked out, or maybe even...
In our family, we love to celebrate. Christmas, obviously, is our favorite, but it’s not limited to one holiday or event. Give us a remotely good reason and we’re down to throw a party to celebrate. We have an annual...
“It’s a Wonderful Life” is almost unavoidable during the Christmas season. It was a massive flop when it first premiered and the studio neglected to renew the copyright in the 1970s, so into the public domain it fell. So long...
Traditions are big in my family. Growing up, each Christmas Eve we would get all dressed up, go to church for several hours in the evening, drive the precisely .4 miles home, have a little snack, and go to bed. In the morning, I would...
When you’re a nurse in a hospital, holidays off are hard to come by. My Mom’s floor had a rule: you were guaranteed one of the big winter holidays off, and they would rotate which holiday you got each year to ensure...
Christmas in New York is magical; draped in twinkling lights, decorated trees in almost every park and around every major attraction, the smell of cookies, mulled wine and Frasier Fir cascading down the street from various pop-up markets. The city...
When I started high school, a lot changed in our family. Brenton went off to college, Mom went back to work full time as a nurse, and Dad stayed home after having been laid off from his job. It was...
I love my grandmother. I know, I know; I’m far from the only person to say that but I do! She’s a tiny old Irish lady from New York with a big heart and a gentle soul. One of my...