Personal History: The Terrible Most Horrible Anniversary

Eight years ago Ma was in the hospital.  I hugged her neck and told her I loved her.  Had I known that that would be the last time I would ever be able to talk to her,  I would have stayed longer and hugged harder.  Holidays are especially hard and I busy myself as much as possible to keep from remembering that she is no longer here, that Dad is no longer here.  I hate this day.  I hate Jan 13th.  I []

Personal History: Finding Jesus, A Christmas Adventure

That is the card I sent with a box full of “more than one Jesus” to my amazing friend Pam.  It pretty much sums up this adventure.  First lesson of this adventure: What is the plural of Jesus.  I know, I know, there was only “ONE” Jesus but for the purpose of ornamental Jesus – is it Jesi, Jesuses, Jessusses….?  For the purpose of this blog we will say “more than one Baby Jesus”.  For reference, I thought Jesi but a little []