I have had a massive case of wanderlust lately. It’s bad, guys. I have been feeling anxious and restless and caged. There’s that whole saying that goes something like we were meant to sprout wings from our shoulder blades. And all I know is that I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t stand still any longer. So I am doing something about it.
It was freezing this morning, and for whatever reason, it had me thinking about New York. And how it snowed in Central Park, such a brilliant white. I almost fell numerous times, and tree branches sparkled in the morning mist. Up and down the avenues we ventured, our breath dissolving before us. It took everything in me not to start a snowball fight with you – a spontaneous burst, like fallen stars and angel aura quartz. Clusters of flakes beneath Christmas trees of December 26. The paths were carved with flannel footprints and ice kisses. A piano playing softly when you took me into the Trump Building. And we scarfed down turkey burgers and ate so many sweet potato fries. And I couldn’t help but think what a sweet memory this would make someday.
The week before Christmas is here, meaning it’s time for the one of the worst parts about the holiday season: office parties. This week marks two of our festivities, one of them being a potluck and an office door decorating contest held earlier today. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’ve heard that a lot of […]
Former governor of Alaska Sarah Palin is at it again. Over the weekend she sat down with USA Today to discuss “politics” – or her extraordinarily skewed version of the word – and her new book Good Tidings and Great Joy: Protecting the Heart of Christmas because Christians along with everyone else seem to have […]