Category Archives: Christmas Letters

ShareTweet We took our Hill Farmily to Exo, one of our favorite coffee places. (We have a few. This is definitely Kina’s favorite). (left-to-right): Kina, Carli, Jon, Rose, Katie, Gina, Garret, me and Sammy. We look happy because we were. … Continue reading →

So, we find ourselves at Del Charro, the final stop on the Santa Fe Margarita Trail. I ordered the Santa Fe Trail Margarita, which, in addition to the Hatch Chile-infused tequila, also includes a handful of actual Santa Fe Trail gravel and a few sticks. According to a local reviewer, the margarita “will knock the socks off a timid out-of-towner.” Thankfully, I’m not timid, nor was I wearing socks. Continue reading →

Our family home was on 41st and Vera Cruz, one block off the main drag, 42nd, which runs straight through town. Everything was right off 42nd. Our church, the junior high, Joyce’s old apartment, Margaret’s old apartment. Spanjers Park, where Jon and I played softball and my very first library, the Robbinsdale Library, a little home for books built in 1925 by the Robbinsdale Library Club. Continue reading →

That first used puzzle we bought, well, it wasn’t a great experience. I opened the box thinking it would just be like opening any puzzle box, but I wasn’t prepared. In and amongst the pieces, I found … hair. Human hair? Cat hair? Did a dog own this puzzle? Honestly, I’m not sure how or why I proceeded, but I did. I wanted to do the puzzle; it was a circle. Continue reading →

When we arrived in Manhattan Beach, we hurried to the pier and the ocean. Might have been the best moment of the year. We were so excited to be there. We rented bikes and cycled up the Strand. Beautiful views. Rose got bogged down in sand and crashed. She tipped over, slow motion style. Fortunately she fell in six inches of sand. No injuries were sustained. Continue reading →

Our year has been terrible like everyone else. The kids lost jobs, had opportunities taken away and had anxiety throughout the year and fear about the future. And more. But there have been many bright spots, namely, Rosemary. She’s been a bright spot for our family. Continue reading →

I thought Charlie wasn’t writing a letter this year. Continue reading →