All I want for Christmas is a cliche

It’s that time of year for many. Decorations go up, lights strewn around the house, frantic attempts to finish shopping in time, and that age-old question “what do you want for Christmas?” It’s an answer that in youth came with ease. I see it in our son with how easily he rattles off a fewContinue reading “All I want for Christmas is a cliche”

These memories lose their meaning…

The little guy and I went for a short walk when out of his mouth he says to me: “Memories lose their meaning…” When I asked him what he meant he said he had no idea, but my head began swirling nonetheless. I couldn’t shake it as we walked along, internally laying out the caseContinue reading “These memories lose their meaning…”