Abandoned for Christmas

Sometimes the worst memories are also the best. As a child, my family and I grew up very tight-knit and close.  I spent every single December 25th with my parents and siblings from the day I was born till the year I turned twenty.  That year, my mother decided she wanted to go to Guatemala for her birthday, December 24th, and she went with my dad and…

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My Dad’s Dragon

Cross a bridge of alligators and lollipops, braid the tangled hair of a ferocious lion, rescue a blue and gold baby dragon from cruel slavery...isn't this the stuff that a kid's dreams are made of?  Before I started reading books to myself, my dad was reading them out loud to me.  My Father's Dragon was a clear favorite from my childhood, but not just because the story was awesome…

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Dancing in a Florentine Piazza

Have you ever noticed how memories grow stronger and stronger the more you tell people about them?  They are also reinforced through the act of writing them down.  My husband and I decided to share a journal over our trip to Italy, taking turns recording the days.  One particular day that stood out to both og us was our anniversary, September 20th. On that day an Italian grandmother sang to us…

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Feasting

Some good friends of mine are an American and Canadian who got married and live nearby with their kids.  They invited me this last weekend to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving with them.  A new feast day!  How awesome is that? How many traditional feasts do we get to celebrate in America culture?  Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Independence Day, weddings for friends...Any other big feasts?  I would argue that feasts…

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Family and All

I love my family.  I was home schooled up through most of high school and I learned a lot about getting along with people and loving someone despite all of their flaws before I had dated anyone.  I practiced a lot on my family.  Family, when it's strong, sticks with you through thick and thin and is a place of support Characters, unless they are loners…

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