Thumbprints
My brother Robert made thumbprint cookies. They were delicious to everyone except for the person we hoped would want them the most. A quote by Mother Teresa my mom made note of.
My brother Robert made thumbprint cookies. They were delicious to everyone except for the person we hoped would want them the most. A quote by Mother Teresa my mom made note of.
Oh, here’s the photo my mom made.
Started the day with family and ended with friends playing some of that What Do You Meme, a card game in the vein of Cards Against Humanity, but maybe a bit more “blue“. Best seat in the house that day? Lola under the Christmas dinner table getting snacks from everyone:
Mental note: Tell everyone to laugh like they’re holding a salad and pass the potatoes so my Thanksgiving photo will look like that Normal Rockwell painting. As it stands, family and friends gathered potluck-style at mom’s and we were hyper-focused on digging in. By the time desserts were sampled, we were all smiles. My nephew […]
Birthday brunch for my brother at ThreeSixty—or what I used to know as the Revolving Restaurant back when I was there for Prom… in 1990. Friends have asked me how the food was and I’ll say this: It’s not cheap (but there are coupons floating around) and I think the view is worth it. The […]
Somewhat of a holiday tradition, we headed to the theater to see a movie on Christmas Day. This year we saw Carol, which was filmed largely in Cincinnati. It was pretty sweet to see our city stand in for New York and Chicago, and my mom recognized a ton of antiques that were bought from […]
Ham sandwiches, a gift exchange, classic Christmas movies on the TV, an awesomely decorated new home, and a pup named Jasper.
I didn’t take enough photos because there was entirely a smorgasbord that demanded my attention. (And the smoked turkey was perfect.)