The Uneaten Cookie

This is the sweetest story I have heard in a long time. I hope it makes your heart sing like it did mine x

Parenting a Teenage Tornado

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Holiday traditions tend to start during times of change.  When couples meet, get married, have kids, buy a new home. There once was a drastic change in my life that caused such a tradition to start.

My older sister, Tina and I were raised by my dad in Connecticut.  When we were in elementary school, my mom and step-dad moved about 2 hours away to Pennsylvania.  For many years, we spent weekends, school breaks and summer vacations travelling back and forth.  She and I had our ups and downs, as all sisters do, but  throughout our lives, we were each other’s constant.

The summer I was 14 I found out that I would be returning to my dad’s on my own.  Tina would be finishing out high school living with my mom.  I was devastated. I didn’t know what I would do without her.  I started high school as an…

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  1. November 29, 2014 at 7:55 AM

    That is the best story about family tradition – Salute to your parents!

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