PUBLIC MARKS from vacelts with tag memories

On Saturday, my children woke up and scurried downstairs to the living room like it was Christmas morning to find a pile of “new toys” much to their delight. What, you say. It’s only March.

I have a friend that used to be a professional wrestler. Every once in a while he’ll talk about the “glory days” and mentions different theme songs that he had to go with his different wrestling personas.

Baking cookies at Christmas has been a holiday tradition in my house since I was tall enough to stand on a chair to reach the counter. I have many memories of a delicious-smelling kitchen filled with laughter as I baked with different members of my family - my mother, my sister, my grandmother, my cousins - over the years.

Thanksgiving is usually one of those holidays that pass in a blur of turkey and football, but three - all during particularly different points in my life - stand out for me.

I come from a family where photos are a huge part of our life. It’s not the same case for my in-laws. However, now that there are grandchildren, I’ve been building up to request a three-generation family photo with my in-laws. But now it’s too late.