On Santa and Christmas Traditions

Working in customer service has taught me that people get meaner during the holidays. I'm almost positive that I've never taken a picture with Santa.  My parents didn't really teach the Santa thing.  I don't remember ever really believing, but maybe I stopped before my memories began.  I vaguely remember logical conversations with my dad …

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Blogging Everyday in July|Is it Hopeless to be Romantic?

Someone asked me to blog about what it means to be a hopeless romantic.  Or maybe what I think the definition is.  Which is possibly one of those things that I can't quite grasp, so I looked it up.  Google is telling me that a "hopeless romantic" is someone who loves love.  Someone who believes …

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About Hope

I tend to remember everything.  More specifically, I remember almost every conversation, especially minor ones, that I have with people.  As of late I have learned not to bring up old conversations, because the speaker usually doesn't remember saying the things that I remember.  But I digress.  I once had a conversation with a good …

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