This page provides links to the ghosts (or letters) of Christmases past. Click a link for all the gory details.

  • In Christmas 2014, we went to France (but this time with my parents!), and everyone at the clinic laughs when they see someone wearing purple. Generally, because that someone is me.
  • In Christmas 2013, I mostly just wanted the year to end.
  • In Christmas 2012, we went to France (again), I hiked in Peru, and we tried chicken-fried bacon.
  • In Christmas 2011, we went to France, Joel taught his dad how to dot com, and we looked for Hello Kitty in Seattle.
  • In Christmas 2010, we braved traffic in Jerusalem, I did downward dog in Mexico, and Muddy got a new squeaky toy.
  • In Christmas 2009, we saw some baseball and rolled the dogs.
  • In Christmas 2008, Joel breathed like Darth Vader, Wendy and I hiked the Grand Canyon, and I changed my life with a Dyson Animal vacuum.
  • In Christmas 2007, our dogs were nearly smited, I spent New Year’s Eve in a Red Cross shelter, and SalsaFest became a family thing.
  • In Christmas 2006, we moved to Austin, I got head lice, and braved unemployment. I bet the 2006 letter got lost somewhere in the shuffle.
  • In Christmas 2005, we were married for 35 dog years, I bought NASA-approved duct tape, and Joel tried to catch the chipmunk in the bucket.
  • In Christmas 2004, we went to South Africa for a wedding, I went to Colombia with my parents, and I saw my cousin’s husband do the Floss Dance.
  • In Christmas 2003, we went camping up in the Boundary Waters, I put a fire out with my skirt, and Joel decided to get funny.
  • In Christmas 2002, we had two dogs with a digging fetish and I watched a bunch of Star Trek (I still do this, for the record).
  • In Christmas 2001, there was good stuff, bad stuff, and the dogs ate a bunch of stuff.
  • In Christmas 2000, we got married. Beyond that, no idea what happened. I cannot even find that letter.