2011 was the first and last year we ever did advent. My eldest was three, his little brother not even a twinkle in our eye. We had found a beautiful hanging advent calendar made from brightly colored fabric, resembling a Peruvian-style weave. It was in the shape of a tree with 24 post-it-note sized pockets.
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Milestones And Failures Are One In The Same
ecome our current-day lion, charging at top speed, eager to feast on our bones. It's as if we can sense it hunting us, lurking behind any risk, large or small, prepared to pounce and render us catatonic, when in truth, failure is primarily a matter of discomfort and the gateway to growth. But I'm not here to talk to you about failure. In fact, I'm here to talk to you about the exact opposite. I'm here to talk to you about what we often call "milestones." Poignant events in a life that definitively lay down a boundary between what was and what will be. Milestones can be as monumental as…
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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.
