My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

I write stories about stories–Reading them, writing them, living them

Decorating the tree has always been my favorite Christmas tradition.  When I was a kid, we always bought our tree a few days before Christmas, at Robinson’s Market up the street from our house on Claster Boulevard, then placed it in a bucket with some water until Christmas Eve. Christmas Eve Day, our parents brought …

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As I write, Thanksgiving is a few days away, but I’m already listening to Christmas music while cross-stitching ornaments. Usually I wait until after Santa arrives in Herald’s Square to start prepping, but this year I started early. The ornaments take awhile, and the music… I credit my son. Recently, my daughter accompanied me on …

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