In my effort to keep it real this week, I have to admit that I don’t think I have any funny little background quips about our day. We kept so busy that I’m tired now and our day seems like a blur. So, forgive my cluelessness, but somehow, I suspect that instead of [...]
The following is a guest post from Angie who blogs at Many Little Blessings.
Helping Siblings Shop For Each Other
One of the most vivid memories I have about Christmas growing up was one year when my school had a Christmas shop. (This was back in the day when they still could have called it a [...]
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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