The older I get, the more I turn into my mother. I cry at happy things (on occasion, I’m still me deep down), I am terrible about mailing things on time, and I love window clings. Don’t get me wrong, I always liked the window clings that my mom had for every holiday. I just really hated taking them down and putting them back on the sheet from which they came. It was an impossible task, made more difficult by my need to line everything up perfectly. As I grew older I vowed to never put the damn things on my own windows. Fast forward to having my own apartment and I ignored my previous claim with reckless abandon.
I have clings for Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Hannukah, Valentine’s Day, St. Patrick’s Day, and Easter. The only reason I don’t have them for Arbor Day or Fourth of July is because I haven’t found them. Yet.
The good news, however, is that my beloved gel clings are much easier to put back on the sheet. Which would make my job easier if I didn’t have so many. But I’m no longer complaining. As it turns out, no matter how hard I fight it, there are just some childhood memories that I will always cling to…




When I got to thinking about it I realized how much I disagree with this statement. Fall is by far my favorite season. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss the daylight. Especially daylight that extends beyond my (longer than your typical) workday.


