“Merry Christmas, Mom!” my young daughter, 11, squealed, as she and her two brothers ran around our favorite tree lot. “This is the one place,” she continued, “you can say ‘Merry Christmas’ and no one gets upset about it.” “That’s true,” I chuckled. But, that was a white lie.
My parents separated in 1971, during one of Seattle’s coldest winters. A record 1122 inches of snow fell on Mt. Rainier that year.
I was 12, and now living with my mom, brother, 8, and sister…
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Be kind to unkind people – they need it the most. – Unknown Author
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