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I’m back. Maybe.
It’s been a long time since my last post. I debated whether to even keep this blog, and I let the paid account expire. I just haven’t been in the proper mindset to regularly update. But I’m here now. So let me see if I can catch you up. Shortly after my last post, I…
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Holiday Hangover
I don’t mean an alcohol-induced hangover. I mean a hosted Thanksgiving and spent several weeks planning, shopping, and prepping and now it’s the day after and I’m EXHAUSTED hangover. I never hosted the family Thanksgiving before, so this was really exciting for me. I love this house so much and knew from the moment we…
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The Moment
The moment the realization struck me is still vivid in my memory – much like any other life-changing moment. It was the summer of 2003, and I was in Germany. My fiancé (now husband) was stationed there and had just moved there a couple months prior. Instead of planning a wedding, I was there preparing…
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135 Highland Drive
I knew when we left 135 Highland Drive that cold day in February 2011 that I would never step foot across the threshold again. My grandparents’ house, where we had so many Thanksgiving dinners, Christmas mornings, visits with cousins and extended family, birthday celebrations, gatherings for funerals … Nearly every room holds memories. The upstairs…
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Tights and Tutus and Christmas Tradition
The holiday season is now in full swing, though I’ve barely managed to do anything so far. I at least started my shopping and have some decorations up. (No tree, yet – not until tomorrow.) And I’m about halfway through my cards. Later today, I will indulge in one of my favorite Christmas traditions. I…
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Thankful
Some of my favorite childhood memories revolve around Thanksgiving. That was always the big holiday in my family. We’d gather at my grandparents’ house in Findlay, Ohio. My aunt and cousins would drive in from Illinois. I had cousins who would come from South Carolina. For a few days each year, we would eat, laugh,…
Karyn Johnson 