2012 – Not a Creature Was Stirring, Not Even A. . . , or, As You Treat the Least Among You

Steve put a lot of thought into every aspect of our raccoon foster care cage when he designed it ten years ago. From the type of rot-resistant wood to use, to the gauge of the hardware cloth needed to keep bees out, to what was essentially the construction of two separate cages connected with a …

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2011 – Happy… Ummmm… You Know… That Thing… , or, Where’s My Thesaurus?

I must begin by admitting that the response to last year’s holiday tale was quite overwhelming; apparently tales of marital brinksmanship make for amusing holiday letters. Unfortunately, there are no such anecdotes to tell this year. But perhaps that is just a failure of my memory. For you see, this year has been notable for …

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2010 – A War of Attrition: Letters from the Front, or, It’s a Four Cat Night

Contrary to popular belief, it can get cold in California during the winter, at least in the northern parts of the state. I know that my friends in New England and across the Midwest are scoffing at that statement, but it’s true. Having grown up in Illinois, where it can feel like your eyeballs might …

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2009 – Mother’s Always Right, or, They Don’t Make Things How They Used To

There are some years that I dread that passing of Thanksgiving, for I know that once we have finished our feast it will be time to sit down at last to write the Holiday Letter. For weeks before Thanksgiving, I’ll contemplate the years’ events, trying to think of an amusing anecdote with which to regale …

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2008 – The Birdman of Alcatraz, or, What’s in the Box?

Ah, holiday letter time. Is it possible that it is yet again time to encapsulate another year of our lives? In my annual struggle to formulate an amusing yet coherent tale to weave, I have decided that my parents’ July visit warrants some exploration. Although my parents consistently come out each year, the circumstances of …

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If it’s not Scottish…it’s CRAP!!

Our Scottish fold kitty H.B. is extrememly picky about her food. When I dish out the cats’ evening squishies, H.B. refuses to eat it the majority of the time. Sometimes she takes a quick sniff and starts to “bury” it. Other times she doesn’t even bother to sniff it first. There doesn’t appear to be …

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2007 – Visions of Sugar Plums Dance in My Head, or, How to Candy-Coat a Year

Hi, I’m Anne and I’m a hoarder. This is something that I have joked about in the past, but this year I had to look my problem directly in the face and cringe. Many of you probably already know this about me, but were waiting for me to admit I had a problem before offering …

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2006 – And a Raccoon in a Pine Tree, or, Up a Tree Without a Parachute

Oh, gentle readers, how the year has flown by. I can scarcely believe that the time has come for me to sit down and write the Holiday Lettre. And yet, as busy as this year as been, there seems to be a scarcity of worthwhile stories to share. With our lengthy commute eating up most …

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