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Father’s Day…oh, boy.

Father’s Day…oh, boy.

I had a very different father than my brothers did. I lucked out being the youngest and having my dad at home all my life, whereas the boys had a single mom for a number of years. It wasn’t fair, but life isn’t. When I was about seven, I announced,”I...
Tradition!  Tradition!

Tradition! Tradition!

A couple of weeks ago, I posted about my annual cookie baking spree that I usually go on before Christmas.  My mom used to do it, and, well, it is a family tradition bordering on something sacred.  And, you don’t mess with sacred.  Right? Right.  So,...
Letting Go of the Stash

Letting Go of the Stash

A few years ago I was lucky enough to have Hulda Emilsdottir come over and help me organize my house. She’s probably the queen of the world when it comes to organizing things and getting rid of stuff. At the time, she said something that I sort of brushed aside...

London Renewal

I knew that London would have changed a lot since I lived here in 1987. Change is nothing new to a city like this, and yet I can’t help but marvel a little bit when told that a place like Westminster Cathedral underwent rennovations in the 13th century. I...
Changing Traditions

Changing Traditions

It used to be that we’d fly down to Reno to visit my mom and dad for Easter. After my dad died and she moved to Carson City, we started visiting her there. We usually lucked out in that my children’s spring break lined up well with my niece’s spring...

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