I’m reminded of the time my son bought a carton of my favorite ice cream from a local maker in another city, packed it in his suitcase, put the suitcase in the luggage compartment of a Megabus, and climbed aboard for the six-hour ride home. It was early spring, and we were to meet him at the bus depot and head out on a week-long road trip. Continue reading
Rabbit, rabbit, as we say for luck in our house on the last day of the month!
It’s also the last day of the year, of course. I’m looking back on my year of reading and am reminded of some books that made my life richer. Here are some that stand out among my favorite reads of 2017, in the order in which I read them: Continue reading
It was below 0° F when I woke up yesterday morning, and close to that this morning. As I type now, it’s 8° F. Colder than the desert at night (I checked) but not as cold as the inside of my freezer.
The post-Christmas quiet has set in, and I have my work cut out for me. That’s it pictured above: the collection of books I received as gifts. Continue reading
And Christmas Day came, because it always does, whether you want it to or not, and it always goes, whether you want it to or not, because life is as it is.
— Jeanette Winterson, The Snowmama, from “Christmas Days”
Every year for the past several years, my family and another have come together a few days before Christmas to make and decorate cookies together.
Sometimes a lot gets accomplished. Sometimes not so much. That’s not really the point. The point is that we have created a holiday tradition of fun and fellowship, one that brings us together to laugh and play (and work; making and icing cookies is hard work!), and one that feels closer to the meaning of Christmas than a frenzy of buying and wrapping and unwrapping. Continue reading