Twas the morn before Christmas…

Snowy scene with trees

I always relished that moment on a winter morning when I stepped outside into the cocoon of the stillness and silence. If someone had boxed up that feeling of peace and put it under my Christmas tree, I’d have needed no other gift.

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Super Bowl promises to a fan from his non-fan wife.

Super Bowl football on the field

Michael will be watching the game with me. He’ll make a big fire in the fireplace, we’ll gather some snacks, leave any dishes left in the sink, and forget about returning phone calls. It will be a nice evening together, but I know I’m not the most thrilling Super Bowl companion.

So here are five promises I made to my husband to help maximize his viewing experience:

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Milk this Thanksgiving for all it's worth.

When I did my Thanksgiving shopping earlier this week, I brought my grocery list as usual, but this time I also had paper coupons, and electronic coupons saved on my Hannaford app. I bought almost twice as many groceries as usual, and it took me twice as long, but hey, I saved $20. The next morning, I…

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The roar of the lioness, the squeak of the mouse.

  [Trigger warning: reflections on sexual assault.] I wasn’t sure what to do with my feelings last week. They sat in a jumbled heap in my gut, and I couldn’t seem to sort them out. I didn’t want to write about them; I had other priorities, like my memoir manuscript. But I couldn’t escape the…

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