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I’ve had plenty of bleak and poignant Christmases in my life–it certainly is a season of expectations and wishes that are often unmet–but this one has been especially strange. Part of it is the fire, of course, and so many … Continue reading
I didn’t always know what street I was on, but I noticed stones and glitter embedded in the concrete, and sidewalk cracks to be avoided, and the chalky numbers of hopscotch games. I remember the glow of neon lights reflected … Continue reading
I’m fond of these little girls, watched from a distance as they pretend, conspire, and tell each other secrets. They come as they are, or however they feel like being. An outfit built around a frilly mesh skirt with pink tights serves just as … Continue reading
Our daughter spent the holidays in England with the family she married into, but so it goes. The 1930s picture above of an unknown California woman reminded me of myself, i.e., “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.” Although I really didn’t feel … Continue reading
This photograph was taken in December of 1962, and my only clue that it was the Christmas season is the decorated tree behind us, a scrawny thing, but it represents an effort. (I note that there are even a few wrapped presents at the … Continue reading
And here I document the presentation of my Christmas present: Stay tuned for plums.
It was an East Coast Christmas day, but the weather was mild – too mild. The sun was shining, the air smelled like spring, and my sister Marlene and I ventured outdoors wearing only sweaters for warmth. It didn’t seem … Continue reading
I’m doing my best to maintain a sense of holiday cheer. It helped to chat with Miranda and Xander earlier today, one of those transatlantic video visits that still don’t seem quite possible to me. In the midst of it, … Continue reading
When I was young, back in the 1980s or even early 90s…and here I must add that I didn’t know in those days that I was still young, or that I wouldn’t always feel the way I felt then, or … Continue reading