Coffee by my bed this morning, presented by the Elf On The Shelf. Morning walk with Sofia around the neighborhood, smiling, waving shouts of “Merry Christmas” to strangers we meet. Back home, reaching out to those we love, miss, cherish. Chocolate bars surprise for our neighbors. Masks on, tossing chocolate, scurrying…
Sitting in silence, this early Christmas morning with Basura Cat sleeping upon my lap. I find myself wondering if all pet owners sit in uncomfortable positions for extended periods of time so they don't wake them up. It's an odd Christmas this year, no tree, no turkey, no gatherings due…
It’s a quiet Christmas Eve morning, Sofia doing her thing, me, mine, Basura Cat sleeping in the windowsill. A text from my adopted family, “Are you busy?” First thought was about seeing anyone during the Pandemic, during the season of gathering. First a stop by my adopted nieces, the girls…
I suspect that I am not alone, getting lost in memories at this time of the year. Here are some of my fondest of Christmases gone past. My mom loved Christmas, we’d clean and cook and spend the day with family and friends, stomping snow off their boots and settling…
If we could get in a canoe and travel one hour to the other side to see those no longer seen, it would be the greatest gift of this holiday season. In The Blink Of An Eye ~ Katrina Curtiss 12/19/2020 They say that life can change in the “blink…
One year when I was young, all I wanted for Christmas was a drum. My mom said, “Only boys play the drums.” My argument was that Karen Carpenter of The Carpenters played the drums. My mom refused to budge on her belief, which sent me to the street to play…