Katie & Scott & Simon & Cecily.
I’m sitting at the desk of a room at the Holiday Inn in Dublin with Cecily lounging on one of the queen beds, watching reruns of the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air on MTV2. What better tableau could I ask for?
Let’s get into the media that I encountered last year that made a special impression on me!
Continue readingThe time has come once more to write of yesteryear,
so brew a cup and have a seat and draw a blanket near.
I went searching for some method to write this yearly post,
some clever novelty for our readers coast to coast.
So in a year when we have often lost our sense of time
a simple rule: a post that’s full of couplets that must rhyme.
About a year ago, I wrote:
Ugh, what a year. 2019, get thee behind me.
Bring on 2020. Please!
Little did I know what 2020 would have in store for us – for all of us.
My energy for writing an update this year is low. For one, I’m not sure what to say. I feel like there’s been so much already said, already written, already taking up space in our heads about this past year. I feel like anything I could say that attempts to capture what this year felt like would be incomplete.
So let’s not! Let me just give you the personal good news and bad news as it relates to our little family, and then we’ll give out some awards.
Ugh, what a year. 2019, get thee behind me.
I’m usually one to stay optimistic, but 2019 seemed like it had it out for us. From car thefts to falling trees to grandparent farewells to Henoch-Schönlein purpura, it’s been a bit of a year. We endure, of course, because what else are we supposed to do? And we give thanks for the advantages and privileges we do have, for our jobs and our insurance, for all the love we receive and the love we give.
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