My Family with our Dog Clarissa in 2013

The Finest Christmas Gift

Christmas is a pile of little stresses with disaster looming on list-filled days. It’s a sinister treasure hunt that often ends with unmet expectations and a room full of shredded paper. Every year, I cut into the gift euphoria by picking up the mess with a big, black trash bag. I can’t make breakfast without
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Me, Emma and Matt in Vacationing in Puerto Rico

Big Love

My mother’s love was big. Rita was the parent waving wildly from the audience with a big, toothy smile during school plays. In high school I messed up my solo in Oklahoma when I saw her waving like a lunatic from the middle of the audience. Other parents sat patiently, hands in their laps, and
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