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I am Emily Okaty Wilson, freelance writer, blogger and public speaker. It sounds better than saying I stay in my pajamas all day eating salt and vinegar chips. I claim to be a wife, a mother, a homeschool teacher and a musician. Sometimes I'm funny.
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Tag Archives: holidays
The Hare’s innocence had been bruised, tarnishing our world of make-believe, after last year’s Easter debacle. Christmas was certainly changed, the thrill of Santa and reindeer left an unexpected emptiness. I assumed Easter would be the same. “Now don’t forget,” … Continue reading
January is typically celebrated as a fresh start. But while many moms are busy making New Year’s resolutions and breathing a sigh of relief from the busy holidays, I struggle with a sort of post-holiday grief. It seems like I … Continue reading
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I refuse to refer to myself as “old”. That word is reserved for expired food, pants with split seams, frayed sweatshirts and out of date shoes. None of those words describe me. I’m mature, seasoned, worldly. Although, I do feel a little split … Continue reading
This was our ninth Thanksgiving in Michigan. It took a few years before we really settled in to our own family tradition. There were a couple of Thanksgiving dinners shared with friends, some with DW’s parents and even one at a restaurant, I … Continue reading