As I write this there are
90
Days
7
Hours
40
Minutes
until Christmas.
Christmas should be a time of cheerfulness, giving, and wonder, but for many it is a time of stress (and I am not talking about dinner with the relatives).
I once had a friend, who the day after Thanksgiving would sit down with a stack of catalogs and credit cards. [...]
Like Mother, Like Daughter. We are a family who live in Central Massachusetts. My husband is a Boston Irish Catholic from a big family. His upbringing was smack dab in the middle of respectable Catholic America, not untinged by 60s unrest.
I am about as different from him as you can get: I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my father was an immigrant from Egypt, I was raised on the cutting edge of the feminist/relativist/sexual self-fulfillment/diversity revolution. My upbringing was smack dab in the middle of 70s hippie snotty know-it-all America, not untinged by anomie.
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