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”
The layout of the house imprints itself on my memory.
Mr. Finn Fridays
I bite back the embarrassment, the shame, I swallow and embrace the pride.
There’s nothing as lonely as a vacant main street.
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”