The other day, I was sitting at my desk thinking about oranges. You know, the fruit with the peel? You may recognize it at any number of children’s soccer games. Anyways, I was thinking about oranges and how certain aspects of an orange mirror our lives. Before you decide I’ve lost it, hear me out!
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Food Is My Love Language
I love me a good food metaphor. Seriously! They speak to my soul and my stomach. For better or worse, emotional eating is my first and favorite form of therapy. Growing up in a family that celebrated wins and losses with food, emotional eating was our love language (and still is to some degree).
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Our Traditions Were Never Quite The Same
The list of traditions on this holiday is long. Those not keen to read a novel would request I stop here. After all, the point isn’t to recount every last detail and every last memory of my childhood family. The point is to commemorate traditions loved and lost.
