What Do We Do When Our Friends Die?

What Do We Do When Our Friends Die?

Molly moved to Chicago this past Spring. Her mother Seana was diagnosed with MS and they decided to relocate to her hometown to be near her family. Seana, her husband Jeremy, and son Luke were good people and good friends. It was tough saying goodbye. Juliette and Molly have kept in touch since the move with emails, texts, handwritten letters and lots of loud giggly phone calls. Hearing Juliette end a call with “I love you, Molly!” always makes me smile and well up a bit.

I Love You, Christmas Eve

I Love You, Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve is magic. Always has been, always will be in my book! (That’s because my book is entitled “Christmas Eve is Magic.”) It’s my favorite day of the year and it totally kicks the butt of Easter Eve and decimates Secretary’s Day Eve. The giddy anticipation of Santa’s visit culminates on this marvelous night and if I could bottle this wonderful feeling of good will (and slight greed), I would. And then sell it to you all at friends and family discount.

Goodbye, Car

Goodbye, Car

All in all, I’ll miss it. I remember the day Kel and I bought it. After the purchase, we went to a movie in Manayunk, it was lovely summer’s night. I felt so happy walking out of the theater and seeing our brand new car glimmering under the parking lot lights and envisioning the little family that would someday be shuttled about in it. We never had a new car growing up, so the feeling was new and it was kind of magical.