On Christmas Eve, I had a whim to paint our kitchen, pull up the old tile, and refinish the hardwood floors underneath. Some whim, I know, but spontaneity is a pattern with me! More >>
It was December 23rd, 1954. We had just arrived in Santa Ana, California, after spending a year living in "West" Germany, as refugees from what was then, "East" Germany. I was barely 9 years old, but I remember it very clearly. More >>
When my son, Nick was in 3rd grade as usual we spent Christmas Eve visiting at my in-laws. All the local family was there for the evening. My sister, Lynne, was expected to arrive at my house on Christmas morning, but... More >>
After we were first married, we moved about 300 miles away to New Mexico. On Christmas Eve, my wife and I started to drive back to stay with her (not-so-nice) parents over the holidays. More >>
On Christmas Eve, I had a whim to paint our kitchen, pull up the old tile, and refinish the hardwood floors underneath. Some whim, I know, but spontaneity is a pattern with me! 
My husband Jimmy recently passed away. This is in his honor...