Good Riddance!

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For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning. ~T.S. Eliot This year. This dog of a year. Black dog. Vicious and wild. I'll try not to make this yet another post about my terrible year. (You can click on that glowing link just there if you want the Continue Reading

Festivus for the Restivus

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Every Christmas Mr G threatens to launch into our own version of Festivus. It seems to follow a grumpy slump around the end of November. Or perhaps it coincides with my sudden shopping frenzy and the need to take endless Christmas photos of our children. I don't blame him for wanting to escape the madness of Christmas. In our family Christmas Continue Reading

All Was Quiet on Christmas Eve

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I see a twinkle in your eye, so this shall be my Christmas star and I will travel to your heart: the manger where the real things are. And I will find a mother there who holds you gently to her breast, a father to protect your peace, and by these things you shall be blessed. And you will always be reborn and I will always see the star and make Continue Reading

The Shape of a Life

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Our lives take a shape. A circle of unique history. A sequence of DNA entwined with time. A string of events and experiences. Memory chains and secrets. Curling into our heart chambers. Inhaling and exhaling. Creating who we are. :::::: Moments of love and fear. Pride and shame. Darkness and light. Bliss and pain. Imprinting the course Continue Reading

The Santa Thing

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We choose not to do Santa in our home. It’s not because we don’t observe Christmas, and it’s not because we don’t have Christmas spirit. At the heart of this choice is a desire to be honest to our children. Before you start writing your hate mail to me, let me state this: This is not a higher moral ground thing. This is not to imply that anyone Continue Reading