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I walked into the grocery store. On a group blind date, no less. Fear and excitement warred inside me. The guy I’d been paired up with smiled at me and my heart did a little flip. I ran my tongue along my teeth, hoping I didn’t have any Chinese food stuck in the crevices. I was enjoying getting to know him, but I wasn’t sure he felt the same way.  My friend stopped in front of me. “What should we buy first?” She’d been the one to suggest the date, and I’d gone along with it...read more

The snow-covered mountains looked like the setting for a Hallmark movie. I peered through the ice-coated tree branches, looking for the big city girl who had returned to her small town. Soon, a horse-drawn sleigh would glide over the glistening snow with the hunky Christmas farmer at the reins. Yet, it wasn’t Christmas, and we weren’t in a romantic movie. No picture-perfect couple. Just me, my road-weary husband, and our twenty-year-old always hungry son. We’d left our Florida home Friday morning with...read more

This may not be a popular opinion and I may lose friends, but here it is: I don’t like Santa. I think it started as a child when I was asked to sit on an overweight stranger’s lap, or maybe it could have been when a stinky Santa Claus gave me a generic Barbie whose head popped off as soon as I unwrapped the doll. But I think my dislike most likely started and kept going because I don’t like asking for gifts. Making a wish list has always been problematic for me. Isn’t asking for presents selfish?...read more