I recently met Kim, an old college friend, at Southcenter Mall. She asked to treat me to The Spaghetti Factory for a belated birthday lunch. After a lot of arm-twisting (okay, not really!), I agreed. We enjoyed catching up on each other’s lives over salad, warm sourdough bread, spinach ravioli, and pasta with clam…
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Christmas 2005
December 1, 2005 Dear Friends and Family, Last month I had the privilege of visiting some close friends in Sundance, Wyoming. If it rings a bell, that’s not Santa’s sleigh settling on your roof or in your head. Sundance is the place the Sundance Kid did his thing. Nestled against the Black Hills, this little…
Unwrapping the Heart of Christmas
A few years ago, shortly after the Thanksgiving dishes were put away, I started to panic. How would I get Christmas together? My heart raced and my palms felt sweaty as I thought of everything I had to do before the big day – shop, decorate, bake, wrap gifts, clean, cook, and attend celebrations. Wait…
Twelve Days Of Dave Ramsey Song
Twelve Days of Ramsey Song (To be sung to the tune of “The Twelve Days of Christmas”) by Cherrie Herrin-Michehl (www.cherriemac.wordpress.com, http://www.cherriesotherblog.com) COPYRIGHT 2008 Cherrie Herrin-Michehl On the first day of Ramsey I lived like no one else, 1. I shredded all of my credit cards (a partridge in a pear tree) 2. Got on…
Christmas 2006
Dear Friends and Family: It was a glorious day in October. The sun and clouds fought fiercely until finally the sun claimed victory A few leaves lazily sauntered down from the Japanese maple to kiss the soggy ground. I felt bored out of my skull as I sat behind my laptop dreaming up ways…
Christmas 2008
This can’t be happening, I told myself. Clayton seemed to have been around forever. Not only that, but part of me hoped and prayed that he would live forever. You could almost drown in his ocean blue eyes, and his smile would knock you to the ground if you weren’t braced. He seemed as stable…
Christmas 2009
Mary sighed, wondering why men often forget their cell phones. Is it a genetic problem- or what,she asked herself. She made a mental note to check it out on Wikipedia when arriving back home. If onlyJoseph would have booked reservations online with his new smart phone, I would have an easier birth process, she thought. …
Christmas 2010
“Where is everybody going?” my 91 year old mother-in-law asked, her forehead furrowed. “And why are they in such a hurry?” What a profound question, I thought. Where is everybody going, and why are we racing as if the world will crumble if we slow down? For a woman who dropped out of seventh grade…
Raw. Real. Reflections. 