Lifestyle
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Morning light. Quiet house. Everything exactly where it should be. It’s six in the morning and I’m lying here listening to my grandsons sleeping at the foot of the bed. They probably stayed up later than they should have, but we were having too much fun to care. Life doesn’t really prepare you for what…
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In fact, I wasn’t. When I was eleven, there was a kid in school named Dwayne Hayes. Everyone called him Didi. For reasons I never quite understood, he and I didn’t get along. Didi fancied himself a kung fu master. He was always kicking, spinning, throwing his legs into the air like he was auditioning…
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In fact, I wasn’t. When I was eleven, there was a kid in school named Dwayne Hayes. Everyone called him Didi. For reasons I never quite understood, he and I didn’t get along. Didi fancied himself a kung fu master. He was always kicking, spinning, throwing his legs into the air like he was auditioning…
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Why do I write is a question I get from time to time. Most people assume it is for money. It is not. Writing has never been a good way to make money anyway, and I already have what I need in this life. I am grateful for that. I am not chasing more. Some…
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Every year, for as long as I can remember, I watched Meet Me in St. Louis with my mom. Every Christmas. That was our tradition. She loved that movie. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was teaching me something. About music. About warmth. About how certain stories quietly become part of who…
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You will often hear that Christmas should not be celebrated because it was “originally pagan,” tied to the Roman sun god Sol. Like most things involving history, the truth is more layered than a meme allows. Jesus was almost certainly not born in December. Most scholars agree that date was chosen later for symbolic reasons,…
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I often think of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol when I think about ghosts this time of year. December has always felt like the most haunted month to me. Not because it is frightening, but because it brings the past closer. Dickens understood that. He tapped into something deeply human when he wrapped a ghost story…
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I had a dream last night that stayed with me long after I opened my eyes. It felt real in that quiet way some dreams do. In the dream I was walking with my dad at Christmastime. We were at Northwest Plaza in St. Louis, going to see Santa, and I was maybe four years…
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Thanksgiving is a time to understand the meaning of gratitude and thankfulness.
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Tokyo is a city that never really sleeps. It hums, it glows, it moves like electricity through glass. But that is not the Tokyo I chase. The one I love lives quietly behind it all, in the soft hum after the song ends. It is the Tokyo that hides under stairways, down narrow alleys, and…
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