It’s Not All Cookies and Cocoa (Holidays Can Be Hard)

Some things have changed since I wrote this last year, and some have not (a new post will be coming with more details). The theme remains unchanged, though- The holidays are not easy for everyone, and we need to be okay with that…

Please feel free to share with anyone who may take comfort from knowing there are people out there who do understand.

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It’s Christmas Eve!  We have reached a fever pitch of anticipation!  The trees are trimmed, the cookies are baked, and the gifts are all wrapped.  The turkey is thawed and ready to be stuffed.  The stockings are hung by the chimney (and if you are in the midst of the hot spell and running the air conditioning there is no chance of them being burned by the fire).  The only thing left to do is to await the arrival of the big, jolly man and his sleigh.  We are all feeling cheerful, festive, and excited!  Except if we aren’t…

Wait, what is that you say?  It’s Christmastime!  We are supposed to be filled with the joy & love of the season!  We are expected to be happy, happy, happy!  But what if that isn’t always the case?

The fact is that the holidays are not easy for some people. There…

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Blue Blood, Blue Christmas

I wrote this last year days after NYPD Officers Liu and Ramos were assassinated. I am happy to be able to say this year my husband will be home for the holiday. I re-dedicate this to him, for all the ones we spent apart, and to all those who will be away from their loved ones this year. Know that you are seen and appreciated!

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I want to ask him to stay home tomorrow. I would like to tell him to call out sick, or to use a vacation day. Haven’t we already spent too many Christmas Eves and Christmas Days apart? Doesn’t he deserve to spend an actual holiday celebrating with his family and friends?

I could point out that people do not care anymore, that they no longer appreciate him. I could show him an internet flooded with vitriolic comments and threats indirectly directed at him. I might remind him that he leaves the house with an invisible yet glaring target on him now, and how there are evil people who wish to do him harm for no reason other than the uniform he wears. I want to scream that the world has changed, and that I am afraid.

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Dear Santa (We Could Use Your Help)

I wrote my “grown-up” letter to Santa last December. I think we could still use some help, so I am sharing it again in hopes that the jolly guy in the red suit sees it. My wish for all of you is the same for 2016 as it was for 2015. Cheers! Karen

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Dear Santa,

We both know that in years past I would not have presumed to write this letter, but I think things are different this year. I think it is safe because I have been good this year, maybe even better than good. I have worked hard to become a better person- a more patient, more tolerant, more respectful person. I have practiced both random and not-so-random acts of kindness. I have been a supporter, a motivator, and an encourager. I have learned to stop and think before speaking. I have walked away from confrontations. I have jumped out of the fray instead of into it. Yes, I know, there is still room for growth and improvement. (I may as well own up to it, seeing as you know when I have been good or bad.) I do believe, though, that I have been good enough to earn a few…

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So You Think You Can Change

In honor of my blog’s upcoming one year anniversary later this month I thought that I would share some of my most viewed posts from the past year, along with some of my personal favorites. (Today’s will be the last of the reblogs, I promise!) This is my very first blog post, the one that started this incredible journey, and it sets the backstory on how I decided to change and become a better person. There is a follow-up post coming soon! I cannot tell you all how much I appreciate having you come along for the ride. Thank you all for each and every visit you have made here!

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You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. A leopard can’t change its spots.  Blah blah bull—- blah.  Now I can’t speak on animal behavior, but I do know that we as humans are capable of changing our own behaviors.  It isn’t easy, and it doesn’t happen overnight.  Yet the fact remains that you truly can change your outlook with patience and determination, with two steps forward one step back, and with naysayers un-cheering you on the whole way.  I know because I’ve done it.  This is my story.

A little over four years ago I had an awakening, an epiphany if you will, and I accepted the truth that I was at times a less than positive person.  (I pause here to give some of you who know me personally the chance to say “all of the time”, and I say “bite me” because while I’m positive I’m still…

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Why I Left My Mom Genes in the Fitting Room

In honor of my blog’s upcoming one year anniversary later this month I thought that I would share some of my most viewed posts from the past year, along with some of my personal favorites. This post is my fourth most viewed post, and it is one of my most personal pieces in which I talk about why being a mom was not in the cards for me. Thank you all for each and every visit you have made here!

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A beautiful woman wearing her mom genes A beautiful woman wearing her mom genes

I had the feeling as soon as I picked them up that they were not my style. Still, I wanted to give it a try since millions of women rave about them, so I took them to the fitting room.  After much tugging and tucking, some wiggling and wrestling, and more bouncing and breath-holding I came to the expected conclusion. No matter how I might try to force it those mom genes simply did not fit.

It turns out that I am one of those women for whom motherhood is just not in the cards. Throughout my adult life I have had moments of wonder, but after brief reflection came to the correct conclusion that though something may have been missing, this was not it. While I do have a care-taking, nurturing instinct, I have no maternal instinct. I do not feel the…

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A Kind Hearted Woman Lives Here

In honor of my blog’s upcoming one year anniversary later this month I thought that I would share some of my most viewed posts from the past year, along with some of my personal favorites. This post about the history of kind hearted women, and the ones who enrich my life, is my seventh most viewed post. Interestingly, it is the post that has gotten the most hits from search engines, with people searching for “kind”, “kindness”, “kind woman symbols”, and variations thereof. I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that people searching for kindness end up at my blog. I hope I am doing my part to spread kindness, and I encourage you to do yours. Thank you all for each and every visit you have made here!

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The hobo symbol for a kind hearted woman, made cruder by my poor drawing ability The hobo symbol for a kind hearted woman, made cruder by my poor drawing ability

During the Depression Era it was common for hoboes to travel across the country by riding the rails and stowing away on railcars.  They would wander from town to town, careful not to overstay their welcome and attract the unwanted attention of law enforcement types.  When passing through strange towns they would both look for hobo symbols and leave them for other transients to find.  The signs consisted of crude drawings that signified such things as where one could work for a meal, a house where the man had a gun, and whether police in the town were friendly or hostile to hoboes.  They could be found written in chalk or charcoal on the sides of buildings, on utility poles, or on fenceposts.

One of the hobo symbols consisted of a simply drawn smiling cat…

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These Are the Police Officers That I Know

In honor of my blog’s upcoming one year anniversary later this month I thought that I would share some of my most viewed posts from the past year, along with some of my personal favorites. This one is my second most viewed post, and I think it is timely to share it with my readers again. Thank you all for each and every visit you have made here!

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These are the police officers that I know.

Here are the ones who recover an infant, dehydrated and starving, from an abandoned building that is sweltering sans electricity in the August heat. Here are the ones who transport the infant to the emergency room to receive the care not tendered by a neglectful mother.

Here is the one struck to the core by a heartbroken preteen who has just had her bag, including her iPod, stolen. Here is the one who took up an immediate collection among his fellow officers and before day’s end presented the girl with a brand new music player and accessories.

Here is the one who collects stuffed animals to give to children at the local domestic violence shelter. Here is the one who brings bags full of warm clothes to the homeless shelter. Here are the ones who participate in “shop with a cop” programs…

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Maybe We Just Need to Be Better – by Karen Pearce

Thank you Kindness Blog for sharing my latest piece! Together we can all be better!

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Maybe We Just Need to Be Better - by Karen PearceWe have been dealing with a scary medical emergency in our family this week.  My father-in-law had a subdural hematoma that led to a trip to the hospital and surgery.  

I am happy to report that he is progressing at a remarkable pace, and we are optimistic that he will make a full recovery.

Extended time spent in a hospital affords you with ample opportunities to witness people acting their best in the face of some of the worst circumstances.  

I was fortunate to observe and interact with ICU nurses who executed their duties with efficiency and empathy.  The neurosurgeon who performed the surgery was skilled and compassionate in equal measure.  The surgical liaison who provided us with updates from the operating room started to cry as she saw me cry with relief after finding out the surgery was a success, sharing in a life-changing moment.

When faced…

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Trouncing Around In The Snow

I asked for a virtual winter wonderland tour, and my awesome friend Carl at The Old Fellow Goes Running came through in stellar fashion! Looking at these photos and reading Carl’s commentary transported me to a place I dearly miss!

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I had never really planned on doing a post strictly on photography.  There are so many tremendous photographers that I follow with such AMAZING pictures, that I have always been hesitant to do a “picture post”.  🙂

But when Karen, from Fill Your Own Glass, shared a couple of pictures of a sunset and palm trees from where she lives on the coastal south east United States from her old iPhone 4, I was blown away on how beautiful they were (and a bit envious of those palm trees) and commented that to her.  She replied “that she would love to go trouncing around in the snow”.  So this is for you Karen.  Grab your hiking boots, and let’s go for a leisurely trounce in the snow, just outside the village where I live.  And anyone else who would like to join us, please feel free to come along.   🙂

DSCF6175 Pine re-plantation…

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I Am a Twitterer

Twitterist?  She who tweets?  However you say it, I promised myself I would become more social media savvy this year so you can now find me on Twitter @fillyourownglas  (Yes, I had to crop off my last “s”…finding out in a hurry that the Twitter gods like to have number limits for everything!)

I apologize in advance as I am sure to break Twitterquette more than once as I stumble along and figure it all out! Hope to see you all where the little blue bird flies! Cheers! Karen