A Heritage Scrapbook

One Christmas my writer husband gave the girls a gift of their own pasts. He went through his old journals and made copies of the entries describing their births, then stories of them as babies and toddlers; he had written down the adorable things they said; he described sending them off the first day of school. Then he copied photos to go along with some of the entries, making a Megan Book and a Katie Book.

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Some Guy in a Santa Suit

Santa Gets a Bear Hug

My mother was a truth-teller. Her name was Ruth and she occasionally would scribble a note on a pad with the inscription across the top: The Truth from Ruth.

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Who Gets Gifts?

giftgiving

Whatever holiday you celebrate, it’s certainly the season of giving. Sometimes the question is not so much WHAT to get the people on your list, but WHO is on the list when you begin to compose one.

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Returning An Item Shouldn’t Be This Difficult

crossroads

If I didn’t work, and if I had been endowed with far more patience than the reasonable amount I generally had and if I weren’t having an insane time trying to be an honest citizen, then maybe I would have stayed calmer with the customer service on the other end of the phone.

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