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Happy, Happy Christmas

I think I like it better that way. “Merry” isn’t a word I’d (ever) use in a conversation (and that’s just too bad, isn’t it?). But Happy happens all the time. All the time. And so, I say Happy to you. Happy anticipation. Happy celebration. Happy gathering. Happy family time. Happy food. Happy reminiscing. Happy
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Pagan Celebration Day

We’re not actually pagans at our house. (Surprised?) In fact, we think ourselves rather committed to all things Godly. But today, on this Winter Solstice, we have a little bit of a heathen celebration. Every year. Because, you know, this is an important day. It’s the shortest day of the year. Meaning (by logical extension
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Overheard

Kid 1 (15) Kid 3 (9) and Kid 4 (7) are playing with the dollhouse in the basement. This is, naturally, because I planned to give it away for Christmas. It hasn’t been played with for years, maybe. But as soon as I decide to donate it, it becomes once again Beloved. Anyway. Kid 4
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This Goes Way Beyond Licking the Spoon

(If you’re lactose intolerant, please don’t even read this post. It will make you so, so sad.) So the Boy (Kid 4) asked for a Tres Leches cake for his birthday. And I made it. And as I’m now buzzing with a sugar high and carefully licking the sticky off my face (where it landed
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On Your Marks, Get Set…

Go to writer’s conferences. I know. I’m using the Bossy Voice again. But here’s the thing: Writer’s conferences are so good. So, so good. And here’s one that I’m speaking at. It’s the LDS Storymakers’ Conference in May, 2011. Here is registration and information. I’m teaching a class on Truth and Fiction on Saturday, and
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Happy Birthday, Kid 4!

Seven Years. Here are seven ways you’ve changed my life: 1. We bought a minivan to herald your arrival. I have never become emotionally attached, but I am grateful for it. That is a surprising attitude change. CLARIFICATION: I never resented you. Just maybe the van. 2. You’re not a girl. Up until you arrived,
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Nothing Christmassy about it

I have a small amount of inexplicable guilt that today’s post has nothing to do with writing, and nothing to do with Christmas, and nothing even to do with Kid 4, who turns 7 tomorrow (I know – we’re giddy with anticipation, too). It’s just that I heard a song on the radio this morning,
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Dear Sabbath Day Bandits:

Oh, wow. Thank you for stopping by the Wilhite house last night. Just a couple of things… The masks are a perfect touch. If you don’t mind, next time, come fifteen minutes earlier. Kid 1 was a tiny bit crazy that she’d already taken out the contacts and put on the PJs. Also, her dad
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