This is one of the most sensitive times of the year when most of us flash back to Christmas past and childhood memories both sweet and bitter sweet.  We miss those who can’t be there and remember things from childhood that seem to morph into interpretations embellished over time.  I can still remember how tall my dresser was and that I couldn’t reach the top where the nail polish sat.  I remember trying to see through the wrapping paper to guess what was hidden beneath.

I miss so many people who have left my life and can never spend Christmas with me again–or birthdays or just a cup of coffee.  We all have a treasure of memories that come flooding back over this time of year.  I can still remember getting a fresh orange in my stocking and fresh whole walnuts.  This really dates me, but living in New York …

This is one of the most sensitive times of the year when most of us flash back to Christmas past and childhood memories both sweet and bitter sweet.  We miss those who can’t be there and remember things from childhood that seem to morph into interpretations embellished over time.  I can still remember how tall my dresser was and that I couldn’t reach the top where the nail polish was.  I remember trying to see through the wrapping paper to guess what was hidden beneath. I miss so many people who have left my life and can never spend Christmas with me again–or birthdays or just a cup of coffee.  We all have a treasure of memories that come flooding back over this time of year.  I can still remember getting a fresh orange in my stocking and fresh whole walnuts.  This really dates me, but living in New York …