2017 marks a year of change, new traditions for Christmas. I spend the days after the longest head cold ever, preparing Sicilian sweets, an assortment of cookies, and freshly, baked bread. On Christmas Eve, after dinner with new friends, I add an old tradition started with my Dad. We would stay up to watch It’sContinue reading “some old, some new traditions”
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The smell of Christmas is in the air
The layout of the house imprints itself on my memory.
singing silver bells
Mr. Finn Fridays
when joy is enough
I bite back the embarrassment, the shame, I swallow and embrace the pride.
when the lights go out
There’s nothing as lonely as a vacant main street.
’tis the season
I have a friend who falls into hibernation mode on the day of the dead. She burrows away in her suburban home with a herd of cats, a crackling fireplace, and a good book. As a late October baby, I used to love kicking off fall, embracing the changing color of the leaves along with theContinue reading “’tis the season”
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