Hard question to answer. There are so many people I miss my heart hurts when I remember these amazing people who touched my life. Here I am, it’s Christmas Eve. I’m with my husband, my kids and their husbands or beaus and Chris’s Mom and sister. We are in Victoria B.C. until Dec. 26th and rented a beautiful home on the water. We are doing things together and individually. There’s enough space for privacy and togetherness. It’s been snowing in Seattle for four hours and snow is coming down in Victoria. Everyone took our two-year-old, grandson, Xavier, out to build a little snowman. He ate the head of the snowman. Excitedly he came inside to tell his Mom he wanted to eat more snowman.

I remember my past Christmas Holidays as I recall memories from my childhood, young motherhood, a mother with teenagers and so on. I cry. Xavier’s Mom thinks it’s because of a movie we finished watching. But it’s so much more than that. My tears are falling from my eyes because I am moving through space and time, and there is no stopping this. I try, the best I can to capture the beauty and love I see. I write my poems, these blogs, other peoples’ stories and short stories. I am chronicling my experience on this earth, or anyone else’s because our experiences are unique.

So the one person I will dearly miss this Holiday is my (Click for full story)