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A Few Of My Favorite Things For Christmas!

 

—–Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!–Dr. Suess

 

  1. Must De Cartier By Cartier: When I worked for Carnival Cruise Lines, our mean, super-model, Russian Pit boss, Leah, wore this. When I asked what kind of perfume she was wearing, she retorted in a thick Latvian accent, “Cartier, darling, but it wouldn’t smell as lovely on you.” To this day, it is one of my all time favorites!
Such Memories!

Such Memories!

 

  1. Buttercup Powder: I guess all the celebrities wear this for flawless, beautiful skin. My pen-pal, Mercy, swears by it and said I should order some, so I did.

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In Memory of Kay Kim's Blogs

Christmas Is More Than A Season, It’s An Emotion

“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach!” –Charles Dickens,  A Christmas Carol.

Kay's Memory Tree

Kay’s Memory Tree

 

Christmas is more than a season, it’s an emotion.

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In Memory of Kay

I Want To Tell You

Like a bird alone in the desert or an owl in a ruined house, I lie awake and I groan.   Psalm 130

—-In the midst
of Holiday Cheer, I miss you, my dear.

 

I want to call you.  I
want to hear your voice.  I want to meet
for intoxicating coffee & double chocolate cake at Barnes’s & Noble to
discuss literature, love, life.

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In Memory of Kay

A Different Kind Of Christmas Tree

~~One blink of an eye.  A single flutter.   Eyelashes touching a bottom lid.  Open.  Close.  And before your eyes close a second time…

Darkness sets in.. Shadows arrive. The love of your life has been shot three times in the head.

Life changes, a family is torn apart, a world becomes reduced to something you’ve never known or imagined.

EVER.    Not in your most horrifying nightmares.

After my sister’s murder, I faced darkness directly in the face. I never turned away.  I absorbed Every.  Single.   Detail.   Continue Reading