For the second time, Connecticut Parent has chosen one of my articles for publication. For more articles from them, please click here.
I’ve been remiss in posting, dear reader. For that I’m so very sorry. Fortunately, the WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog, which has inspired me to dust off the cobwebs and give this site a bit of love. I hope I have the time/energy to make it happen. In the meantime, hug someone today. 🙂
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 390 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.
I would like to invite all of you to meet my magazine! I know I haven’t posted much over here lately, but I’ve been rather busy trying to launch ReMemories Magazine. Please consider this a ‘soft launch’ with the hope of publishing every Friday (and possibly in between). No, I’m not making any money off of it. Yes, I’d love feedback and contributions. Tomorrow will officially kick off the first (albeit small) publication, so stay tuned!
Have a meaningful day!
I recently was commissioned by Palmetto Parent to write a finance article for families. They liked it enough to put it on their website’s home page as well! 🙂
This story originally appears on TodaysMama – Portland.
I admit it, my kids (and I) have always hated going to see Santa in the mall. From the long lines, to the crying children around us, it’s never been our idea of a jolly good time. Add my lack of zeal for shopping and you can imagine how hard it was for my kids to talk me out of taking them again this year. But that doesn’t mean I want to take Santa out of the Christmas equation entirely! Instead, we’re on the lookout for Santa sightings in Portland (sans malls). And we’re not talking about the rogue-Santa impostors roaming the city for SantaCon either! We’re talking the jolly ol’ fat man that will listen carefully to your child’s secret holiday wish (or, at the very least, take their tears in stride).
Here’s my list of Santa sightings to come around town during the last week before Christmas. If I’ve forgotten any, please, let me know! Add it to the comments below.
Portland Children’s Museum
4015 SW Canyon Rd, Portland
Dec. 20-21, 5-8 pm
Pre-registration is required for this event, but if you do you will have VIP access to the big man himself! One on one contact and no lines! Plus, there will be story times, ornament decorating crafts and even a holiday scavenger hunt! Come out of the cold rain and enjoy the warm, winter-themed museum.
6149 SW Shattuck, Portland
Dec. 20-22, all day
Alpenrose Dairy’s Storybook Lane offers professional photos with Santa. While you still have to stand in line to see Santa, at least you’re doing so amongst a beautiful backdrop of over 300 decorated live trees, live animals, festive music and train displays. You won’t get bored here and admission is free!
Pioneer Courthouse Square (corner of Morrison and Broadway)
Cedar Hills Crossing (3205 SW Cedar Hills Blvd)
Dec. 18-23, 11 am-9 pm and Dec. 24, 11 am-5 pm
With rain tents and hot chocolate, standing in line to see Santa here doesn’t seem so bad after all. Plus, they’re around on Christmas Eve and I don’t have to go to the crazy-frenzied mall to see Santa!
Special thanks to my dear friends, The Curreys, for letting me use their ‘Happy’ Holidays 2013 Christmas picture. I hope all of you have a very merry Christmas full of joy and good tidings – and no coal!
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Giving Tuesday: Our Neighbors
Have you heard of Giving Tuesday? It is a wonderful counter balance to Black Friday, Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday. This new tradition was started [here] to help bring back the focal point from how much you can receive, to how much you can give to those in need. While many communities are focusing on specific charities and organizations to highlight for Giving Tuesday, I’ve decided to pay homage to a lesser-hyped, yet equally important group of individuals: our neighbors.
Once upon a time, when I was a young child, my mom, sister and I were homeless for a brief period. It didn’t last very long, but it was uncomfortable to say the least. We had a car and blankets and “stuff” in boxes and storage, but nowhere that was ‘ours’ to lay our heads. My mom contemplated whether she had enough money to drive hundreds of miles back to her mom’s house, or whether she had too much pride to do so… read more.
This article was originally published here: http://www.kindredvine.com/?p=596
My son has never really enjoyed parties. He will often go, if asked, but certainly never wishes to have one of his own. His twelfth birthday was no exception. It doesn’t stop me from asking, but his answer is invariably “no thank you.”
In lieu of a party, we as a family took him out to dinner to the restaurant of his choosing. We then came home and had our traditional birthday brownies and presents. Not a lot of presents, really, because what my son asked for from everyone was money. He’s saving for his own computer and wanted nothing but money from family and friends. There were a few packages and a few more envelops on the table.
One by one, the pile of money grew before his eyes. A twenty here, a ten there. Everyone once in a while there would be a fifty or – gasp! – a hundred dollar bill. He was very appreciative, and I was very relieved/proud. You see, just the week before I had to give him a bit of a talking to about being grateful. Gratitude seems to be in short supply in our country, and seems to be dwindling to almost nothing within my almost-teenage son and I had had enough.
Finally, it was time to clean up and get ready for bed – or so we thought. At the last moment, his little sister pulled out her homemade gift for him: she made him a birthday card (complete with a cartoon and private joke), and carefully wrapped eleven cents she then put in a special homemade birthday gift bag.
After watching his pile of money grow, my daughter had shrunk further and further in her chair at the table. By the time he actually opened her present, she was in tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry! I searched my entire room and that’s all the money I have.” I admit, at this moment? I held my breath. Having dealt with my son’s lack of gratitude on a steady basis for the last month or so, I was prepared for the worst.
“That’s okay Sarah,” he said gently. After a slight pause, he continued, “you’ve actually given me the most of all! You see, everyone else gave me some of their money; but you’ve given me all of yours.” She looked up at him across the table, tears streaming down her face. He walked over to her and gave her a hug.
Those are the moments I cherish the most as a mother. It’s always the little things that give me the most pleasure and gratitude for my life. On that day, I was grateful for the reminder that even when it seems as though I’m not getting through to my children, they are indeed learning something. My son remembered his gratitude at the last moment, and my daughter learned that sharing and giving is rewarded in the best way possible. Memories like these propel me forward to be the best mom and person I can be. I hope you find energy and hope in the little things in your daily life, too.