Ever since the Navy ordered us to live in sunny Florida, I just can’t seem to locate it. I keep waiting for Marley to show up at my bedroom door, but where will I find Christmas Spirit in the meantime? Growing up in idyllic small-town western PA, finding Christmas Spirit was easy. All I needed…
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Easy Street Detour
When I was 26 years old, I thought 46 was ancient. That 20-year span of life seemed like eons back then ÔÇô more than enough time to live life to the fullest before I turned into an old hag. Now that I’m 46, I don’t have enough time to be an old hag. In fact,…
My gravy’s better than your gravy
We do it every year. We cut out recipes. We make lists. We go to the commissary. We elbow each other out of the way to grab turkeys, cranberries, yams, and mini-marshmallows. We jam enough food into our pantries to feed an Army, or Navy as it were. Why? Because it’s the holidays, of course!…
Observations from the field
There’s nothing quite like watching your kids play high school sports. It’s a highly emotional situation for parents, who experience the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat, as if they were competing themselves. Certainly, there’s nothing wrong with expressing oneself in this new age; however, each sport has its own unwritten rules governing…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets