December 22, 2010
Every Christmas I seem to get bogged down in the details. I just go like gangbusters, get exhausted and start feeling unappreciated. O Martha, thy name is Renee. And this is no way to do Christmas.
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November 25, 2008
It was Thanksgiving 1981, and since I was supposed to be thankful for what I had, I went down the list. I had: -A husband who’d just admitted to an ongoing affair with a woman he wouldn’t give up. -A two month old son. -A completely uncertain future. -A body exhausted from stress, weeping and nursing a [...]
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