Wednesday afternoon as the familiar smell of sweet potato pies filled our home, I took a moment to think about the year and was filled with an immense sense of gratitude. I try to always take a moment each day and be grateful, be it for a great work day, the weather, my family – even such small things as a beautiful sunset, the sighting of deer on my way home, a great book, a great sentence, an unexpected call from a friend.
My dad loves to take photos. From slides to 8mm, our family history is well-documented. Two or three handmade wooden cases contain rubber banded packets of slides catalogued by number, each one corresponding with the content list handwritten on the inside of the lid: #28- Christmas 1966, #48- The Farm 1974. The reels of movie … Continue reading More than Memories – a life in photos
Last year, my parents announced they would no longer be putting up a tree at Christmas. Both in their 80s, handing down the ornaments from the attic and dragging the tree from the basement had become too much. I was saddened by the news. Since I was a baby, there has been a Christmas tree … Continue reading O, Christmas Tree
Today, she would've been 36 years old. I remember standing outside the hospital nursery, searching for my niece. Through the glass I could see her tiny red cheeks and black hair. So small, so precious, and yet, so daunting. I was twelve years old when she was born and I could only imagine her life … Continue reading November 17
The day after Christmas and the day I pack up the Christmas decorations are two of the saddest days of the year. At least, for me. I love Christmas. Yes, the season is hectic, at times overwhelming, and Christmas Eve is the anniversary of the death of my niece, Andrea, but I still hold Christmas … Continue reading All year through