Here we go again – the time of year when temptation is high and resistance is low. Food, everywhere we look. By January 2, most of us are wearing our fat pants and loose-fitting sweaters as we commit to never eat and drink as much during the next holiday season. That rarely works. There’s such a variance in the research on the amount of typical weight gain during the holidays, but all studies agree on one fact – the average American gains weight during this time that now starts with Halloween Continue Reading
Letting Go of Family History
For thirty-five years, I’ve been the keeper of many items representative of my family’s history. I’ve reached the time I want to move more of it along, simply because I want the space, but my 'old soul' is kicking in. Let me explain: Practical Pam: You seem troubled no one wants your stuff? Pathetically Sentimental Pam: It’s family history. Practical Pam: It no longer has value. When’s the last time you’ve even looked at any of it? Pathetically Sentimental Pam: But once it leaves the Continue Reading
Tales From My Closet or The Day I Lost My Knees
If it’s summer, it’s closet inventory time for me. Once again, I’m amazed at what I discovered. Raise your hand if you have items in your closet that have no business being there. Keep your hand raised if you can shake your head and ask “what was I thinking?” This little trip in self-discovery started when I recently shopped for a pair of sport sandals. (I have always called these tendals – part tennis shoe, part sandal.) As I was contemplating the purchase, the sales kid reminded me Continue Reading
Can You Ever Go Home Again?
Can you go home again? What does that even mean to you? Would you want to return if you could? I think it all starts with how you define home. Is it the physical place where you live, or perhaps a social unit formed by a family living together? Maybe it’s your place or origin. If you said any of those, you are in line with the Merriam-Webster dictionary. I pose this question because this week, I am going home. As in my place of origin… sort of. My family moved frequently during the first Continue Reading