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William Morrow
(2017-04-04)
400 pages
ISBN: 978-0062499950

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I Have No Elf on a Shelf

December 24, 2015 by Ellen Herrick

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My children are grown now so we missed the Elf on a Shelf extravaganza. And, no I am not sorry. Not that we didn’t have our own, certainly less KGB, elf tradition. It began with my father. But really, it began with his five sisters and three brothers on a tobacco farm in 1930s North Carolina. There wasn’t a lot of money in this big family but there was a lot of love. The older children looked out for the younger right down to making sure the magic and mystery of Christmas, elves and all, was never forgotten. They are all gone now; my father was the last. But, they left me with a lasting love of the season and an unshakeable belief in the power of family love.

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Filed Under: Blog, children, Christmas, family, grateful, home, New York, tradition Tagged With: children, grateful, London

Damn It, Janet!

December 8, 2010 by Ellen Herrick

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There is a distinctly cyclical nature to my days these days.  I am a creature of routine, if not habit, and while I welcome the safety that comes with the “set list” of my life, I find myself saddened by the turn it has taken.  Oh sure, there is the natural line that stretches from my own school days to those of my children, and now to the swift shift my oldest takes as he prepares to graduate from college and go to work (read, find a damn job).  Of the three, he is the least likely, in temperament, to return home; he couldn’t wait to shake the Mom dust from his heels.  And Thing Two?  He has surprised me with his eagerness to find his own way, perhaps because he has always seemed so, oh I don’t know, cozy.  As for Emma, I can practically hear the sproing as she grows up and away.  And this is all fine.

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Filed Under: aging parent, children Tagged With: aging parents, children, cyclical, melancholy

Weep No More, My Lady

April 29, 2010 by Ellen Herrick

Here is something you should know about me.  I’m not a crier, not really.  I do not cry about sad/bad things happening in my life.  Ever.  I didn’t cry when my mother died.  I’m not a hard-hearted Hannah, I just don’t cry about the big things.  I do, however, weep copiously when small children sing at school concerts.  I cry when I see a little person lost in the supermarket.  I cry when I see a balloon floating away in the sky.  I have been known to cry at that 1970s ad for some do-good organization that features a kid in group home writing a letter to Santa asking for a puppy.  Does anyone remember that ad?  One kid says “Santa won’t bring you a puppy!”  And then, the do-gooder volunteer/ Secret Santa/postal worker guy reads the letter.  On Christmas morning, the kid finds a puppy waiting for him.  Of course he does.  The look on his face?  Priceless.  The look on the pooh-poohing kid’s face?  Oh, the humanity!!

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Filed Under: children, hope, London, lucky, mother Tagged With: acting, children, crying, grateful

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