Letter to Santa Claus

Dear Santa,

You know when I am sleeping, and you know when I'm awake. That's kind of creepy, but since you bring me presents, I'll let it slide. You also know when I've been bad or good, but the cookies I leave out for you each year seem to tip the scales in my favor. You'll find more on the hearth this year. I'm sorry there's always so much frosting on them. The kids think it's funny to make it at least an inch thick on the cookie we leave for you. Please blame them for that one, not me.

The heart of this letter is, of course, what I want for Christmas. (Do you get tired of reading so many requests?) There's not very much that I want this year. I already have my two front teeth and I wouldn't know what to do with a partridge in a pear tree.

Moral Secularism and Time Management

Lately my life has felt a little like a cocktail party where I'm the hummus that's thinly spread over too many crackers. I guess that can happen when taking care of home, husband, career and teenage kids. (not necessarily in that order) Several months ago I launched a second blog called Moral Secularism, to discuss the free-thinking issues that are close to my heart.

I was very excited about the idea at the time, but months have passed and my posts on that blog come to a halt (until today). I haven't stopped having ideas of what to post over there, I just never seem to have enough time. That has gotten me thinking about how I divide my time and how I always seem to have trouble keeping up with the things that are most important to me. And that's "me" as in Me-me, not Mom-me, or wife-me, or writer-me. I suspect a lot of other people are the same way.