Author: Theresa Malloy
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the air smells like Christmas
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We arrived at our destination late and hungry. I lost my keys in my purse. We tore through the apartment to find them, and there they were in a place we checked dozens of times. As we stepped out of the car though, we were greeted by the beautifully nostalgic…
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the last laugh
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Some people need to get the last word. Todd needed to get the last laugh. Every summer the incredibly uncool, nerdy Malloy kids would make the annual trip to ValleyFair with super cool Uncle Todd. This excursion involved a lot of planning, especially who would sit with Todd on the…
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silent night
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It is snowing in Minnesota. Winter is upon us, and I can’t help but feel inspired. I love the snow. Everyone has to slow down when it snows. We’re forced to prioritize what is important and necessary. It’s a shared experience that brings about some more empathy, patience and understanding.…
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our last meal
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I wish I remembered the last thing I said to you, but I don’t. I remember three things: what we ate, what I overheard you say, and the hug goodbye. I decided to make Grandma and Grandpa breakfast after the post-Thanksgiving festivities. Grandpa had a seizure that weekend. You were…
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trusting the journey
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I need to make a confession. I’ve had this domain for longer than I would like to admit. I delayed its birth as I kept obsessing over what to write and how to start. I am finally starting, but I need to let you know I have no idea where…