A Rambling Mama

The Holidays are a series of fun and festive conversations; they are loud, warm, and smell like my mother’s roast turkey. Next to me at the table, Liam is laughing at something his Uncle has said—that genuine, deep-bellied teenage laugh that I catch myself recording in my mind like a treasure. My sister drove two hours to be here, and the house is filled with the kind of comfortable chaos that most people dream of. I am surrounded by people who would drop everything for me, who loved my husband deeply, and who have been my bedrock since he passed away just over two years ago. By all accounts, I am safe. I am loved. And yet, beneath the table, I find myself twisting my wedding ring and realizing that I am holding my breath. There is a specific kind of loneliness that exists within a crowd of people who love you. It’s not the loneliness of being forgotten; it’s the loneliness of being known as a version of yourself you no longer fully inhabit. When you are a widow and a single mother to ...

Grove City, Ohio, a vibrant suburb of Columbus, has a rich history of celebrating Christmas, evolving from simple community gatherings to elaborate annual events. Over the years, the spirit of the season in Grove City has remained constant, characterized by a strong sense of community, family, and festive cheer. This article explores the transformation of Christmas traditions in Grove City, highlighting key events, historical developments, and the enduring spirit of the holidays in this central Ohio community. Early Christmas Celebrations: Simplicity and Community Spirit In its nascent years, Grove City's Christmas celebrations were primarily characterized by simplicity and a focus on intimate community gatherings. Early residents, many of whom were farmers and small business owners, often celebrated at home and in local churches. These celebrations would have included traditional carol singing, festive meals, and the exchange of handmade gifts. Churches played a pivotal role, host...

 Life got busy as it often does. Today is such a good day. I am a mother and a widow, and I feel like I have been traveling a road of significant difficulties since my loving husband passed away. There's no other way to put it, but his death truly devastated me in ways I could not imagine. I met Keith during my senior year of college; he was twenty-eight, and I was twenty-two. He seemed to have it all together: he had a full-time job, was retired from the Air Force due to a medical discharge, and had a fancy car. Not an old, beat-up Toyota that most of my college friends drove. I didn't even have my own car yet. And together we made a beautiful life.  In 2019, when Keith's leukemia came back, I went through a lot of anxiety and fear of losing him. Then, over the next four years, as he fought different flare-ups, it sort of became "normal" to me. By the time the leukemia recurred the last time, it seemed like just another battle to fight. At that point, I convinced...