April Moments

Maybe, just maybe, telling the story is just as important as the story itself

Winter

Know, connect, dream

Guess what day it is! I’ll give you a hint. You may hear me humming, “Bum, bum, ba-bum, bum, bum, bum. Bum, bum, ba-bum, bum, bum, bum, ba-ba-bum, bum, bum.” (Cymbal crash!) In case you didn’t guess from that stirring rendition of “Bugler’s Dream,” it’s the first official day of the 2014 Winter Olympics. I’m […]

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From fear to family

Fear is a crazy thing. If I let it, fear paralyzes me. It completely takes me down and holds me on the ground. This past weekend, my husband, son and I ventured to the Canaan Valley area of West Virginia. It is one of the most beautiful places in the state, with its take-your-breath-away views […]

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Christmas traditions and changes

I’m not sure how traditions become traditions. I suppose many times traditions start as just routines or habits – things we do because we’ve always done them or because our family has always done them. I think when routines are passed down, that’s when we start to call them traditions. It’s special because doing whatever […]

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Why there is no elf on my shelf

April the Grinch is back, folks. Last year I tackled the Santa sham. This year I’m sure I’m going to make a lot of people mad by expressing my thoughts on that darned “Elf on the Shelf.” Let me begin by saying that my dislike of the elf is not a judgment of your Christmas […]

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