The Stockings Aren't the Same
The boys have had the same stockings since they were born. They're traditional fare, a dark red sock with a white fluffy top. Char, with...
My Gift Giving Rules
It starts in September, sometimes creeping out even in August, those subtle and quite often not-so-subtle hints that are uttered during...
The Decorations of Nostalgia
It's that time again. The turkey is safely secured in my stomach, pecan pie devoured and the kids have washed away the evidence. That...
Thanksgiving Every Day
Once a year in America, we gather around a burdened table with family and friends to stuff our stomachs to match the full feeling of our...
The Night Before Thanksgiving
Growing up, the holidays were always a big deal. My parents threw everything they had into these special days and our home was jammed...
We Have a Stove?
The women have pulled a coup and men, we haven’t even realized it. I bet most husbands won’t know what hit them until tonight when the...
Pumpkin Carving
When it comes to pumpkin carving, I'm like Charlie Brown when he made his Halloween costume. Instead of a ghost with two eyes, he...
We Celebrate Everything
We have way too much time on our hands as is evidenced by Talk Like a Pirate Day. I wasn't really sure what was going on until I saw...
The Tradition of Traditions
My favorite three months of the year are right around the corner. I become like a kid at Disney World as the change of weather...
The Final Box
I hate moving. Dread it actually. How people swap from one home to another for long periods of time I will never understand. It would...
