I mark the start to the season with a jar of Extra Dark Hot Chocolate mix, gingerbread men, and snowflake cutout marshmallows.
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
Happiness is … spying a couple on Day 1 of their vow ’til death do us part.
I was standing beneath these glorious trees on a pleasantly warm autumn day after a matinee and pancake brunch.
My mother loves to laugh. Not quips, but ache-with-joy bouts of woman howling. Her giggle is a siren song that ripples out and grabs you.
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And some days there are little bits of magic like blue sky caught in a bottle or sunlight on glass.
There is a birthmark on my back, a right of soil, in the shape of a country that does not record my signature on its manifest. I am simultaneously passenger and cargo here.