First snow came at night this year, tiptoed up to my front porch and asked me out to play. “I know your story,” it whispered. “Let’s play.”
Luminaries frame the hearth, blue tinsel on the banister, a strand of gold glittery mini-llamas dance from a fresh garland of pine cones and needles.
I mark the start to the season with a jar of Extra Dark Hot Chocolate mix, gingerbread men, and snowflake cutout marshmallows.
For the weary bodies transformed into joy by the timber of their lover’s call on that first night of emancipation.
Today is white tinsel, warm lights, and pink frosted ornaments that sparkle. Gentle offerings and sweet indulgences. Family, boisterous and beloved, at once hearkening back to the past and reaching toward the promise of tomorrow. It is a pray, a communion, faith like sunlight reflecting us in silhouette. It is give and give and give more. Receive. It is golden. It is red. It is metallic and sterling silver. It is matte. It is ha ha ha! and bygones. It… Keep Reading
Pinchback girls have their traditions:
A first ring for her Sweet 16 and a trinket of fun on the Christmas she’s 21.
My daughter spent the first day of autumn with a friend hunting and gathering fruits and brie. Her selfie — hair twisted into plaits, pink frost highlighter a confetti on her cheekbones and lips, yellow sundress—a good morning greeting with the message they were going into town. She was looking forward to the day, to friends; she was looking forward. A year ago, the first day of autumn found me undergoing body scans to stage my tumor while my daughter,… Keep Reading
I, remission and lingering doubt; you, a fever kiss on the shoulders. Dewy slick sunrises and nights hot with blushing lemonades and creatures chirp-singing their lovings.
After a few minutes, I was again 19 ditching morning classes with my boyfriend to make love and eat peanut butter and cracker sandwiches on the beach.
Many of our gardens were obliterated during the back-to-back March nor’easters so it’s surprising to see so much goodness bursting through the summer soil.