Something Come and Gone

Each year I remain uncomfortable between that itchy-fingered moment before wrapping paper goes flying until all things Christmas rest comfortably in the basement. In the interim, my senses hum with a houseful of reminders of something come and gone. All the lights and baubles that held such wonder begin to taunt me. My favorite part

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How I Wish To Be Remembered

Thanksgiving always makes me consider how I wish to be remembered. It seems like every year I flash back to everything good about childhood. I get engrossed in right now, forget the past, and fear the future. Thanksgiving dependably reminds me of the importance of our days. Specifically, it reminds me of how those who

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How To Think About Change

In 1959, Pete Seeger adapted Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8 into a song and called it “Turn, Turn, Turn”. The chorus echoes in my mind anytime I think about change. To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)And a time for every purpose, under Heaven Have you ever thought about how you feel the

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Whole Memories

Every Thanksgiving I always ask the question when we are done eating – “Why do I only make this food once a year?”  That particular menu ends up being reserved for the fourth Thursday of every November. Until this year I have left well enough alone.   Most everyone I have asked has a family version

Unconventional

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I just cooked for literally hours, ate, and cleaned every dish and utensil in my house at least twice. Now, before full food coma hits, it is time to process the occasion.      I only experience a tiny bit of shame when I tell you that the actual reason Thanksgiving