holidays

The most wonderful time of the year?

The most wonderful time of the year?

For years, I’ve struggled with the holidays–mostly privately, but sometimes out loud. I’ve tried a variety of stances toward this season: Fully embrace it (let’s do everything and will ourselves to have a big ol’ Merry Christmas dammit!) Acknowledge its difficulties (admit out loud that I don’t like it, hoping that such admission will allow(…)

Our merry little Christmas

We hope you had a wonderful holiday, whatever and however you celebrate. We’ve done a lot of talking and thinking about this holiday season in the past week. We’ve got some ideas about how we hope to do it better next year, but we’ll save those for next year. Right now, we thought we’d share a(…)

A gift-giving guide, of sorts

This year, I was determined not to succumb to the holiday madness. I was determined to celebrate simply, to leave wide open spaces that might fill with more meaningful things than spending and eating and drinking and making pretty. That is why, several weeks ago, I responded to an email from our school’s teen parent(…)

Hibernation

  In the midst of this hustle-bustle, hurry-hurry season, I find myself slowing down. Oh, there is much to do. Posts to write. Presents to choose. Schedules to plan. A tree to be decorated. But I am oddly slow right now, to the point of being stopped. All I’ve really been able to bring myself(…)

Not just another sweater stocking Repurposing a treasured heirloom

I am a staunch believer in No Christmas Before Thanksgiving. In fact, I’m a bit of a crankypants on the subject. (Just ask our kids.) I believe in giving all of Thanksgiving weekend to Thanksgiving–no Black Friday shopping, no wreath hanging, no Christmas nothing around here until the last piece of pumpkin pie is gone. I(…)

Friday Food: The Mother’s Day Edition

Sometimes I think holidays and birthdays are just occasions to feel bad about myself. I always have good intentions. I always mean to think about it in advance and get on it. This year.Finally. I never do. Grace has been asking for weeks what I want for Mother’s Day and my answer is always the same:(…)