I was out walking the dogs and when I returned, there was my almost-nine-year-old daughter standing in the den with her hands on her hips, waiting for me to walk through the door. When I did, … Read the rest
After the elf ate dog biscuits, she made a snow angel in flour; became crunchy after I washed the flour off her back;
passed out next to a wine bottle; 
climbed another Christmas tree (we had two); climbed a wall divider; and made … Read the rest
As part of their Christmas present, we took Antonia and Emma to see The Black Keys at Philips Arena. It was a pretty big deal since it was Antonia’s first concert and Emma’s second. I imagine Antonia will forget all about the elf after … Read the rest
Antonia finds the elf in the tree and asks me to get her down. I can’t reach, so we have to ask Albie to extract her. Antonia is happy again and is going to tell all her friends that Jingles has recovered from her … Read the rest
I wake up on the couch where Albie and I have fallen asleep watching a movie. “SHIT. I have to move the elf,” I say to Albie.
“OK,” he says, groggily. “You move the elf. I’ll take the dogs out.”
The elf, who … Read the rest
I love Christmas. It’s my favorite holiday; always has been. I love the music, the decorations, the festive feeling in the air, the snow – all of it. My eight-year-old loves Christmas, too. We have been watching White Christmas, It’s a Wonderful Life, Christmas Vacation and all the … Read the rest
At least, that’s what my father led me to believe this afternoon at precisely 2:58 pm.
I was sitting at my desk working when I decided to call my friend, Theresa in New York to … Read the rest
Most days I work from home and my eight-year-old daughter, Antonia, is at school. But, this week, she is off for Thanksgiving vacation and, as luck would have it, I had to go to one of my client’s offices for a brief meeting. I say brief, because maybe I … Read the rest
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… Read the restAntonia: “Mom, I want you to buy cheese bits because it’s my turn to bring in the