The Formative Years

Category: The Formative Years

The only difference That I see Is you are exactly the same As you used to be 17 years ago this coming summer, my

Obviously. If you’ve been here more than once, you’ve probably read one of my tales in which I’ve fallen down. Maybe it was that one

There are some things that I see and I think, Seriously? I look back on my own childhood and thank the world that I had

When I was growing up, we did a lot of “camping.” Of course, our version of camping was a little bit more civilized than the

Everyone’s got at least one “vacation” that wasn’t a vacation at all. I, of course, have several. My mom probably thinks that I’m going to

I live in the Midwest. We get snow. Sometimes, we get a lot of snow. Like a couple of years ago during the giant Chicago

Every year since before I was born, my family has had a Polish Christmas Eve tradition. We wash our hands with a silver dollar before

That’s right friends, It’s Day 100 here at the wonderful world of Quirky Chrissy. 100 blog posts. 100 stories. 100 times Chrissy. So I’m stoked.

It’s true. I’ve gotten in fights in my sleep. Multiple times. When I was about 9 or 10, 3 of us were sharing a bed.

When I was 8, my grandfather was diagnosed with a skin cancer called malignant melanoma, By the time they found it, it had already metastasized

Thank God my mother raised me right. (Preface: If you’re not into Jesus or politics, keep reading–I promise I have a point) I was