On my birthday, some friends and I walked through a small, but lively Art Fair hosted by the lovely neighborhood haunt, York. Handmade cards, prints, and jewelry were among some of the local offerings, and I was equally inspired by the artists’ work as I was with the fact that they’d created anything at all during the pandemic. This is… View Post

hi. I have a little tradition with myself each December 6, which I know is St. Nick’s day, but it is also my birthday and here is what I do: I go to Target. I get a medium coffee – black – and I walked the aisles, alone. It is superficial. It is trite. It is so very much a… View Post

In his book, The Christmas Plains, Joseph Bottum writes about a myriad of Christmas experiences, taking us to South Dakota, Washington DC, and back to the Black Hills. Despite the many different settings and experiences Bottom writes about, he constructs his sentences in such a way that makes it easy – and a pleasure – to follow along. Near the… View Post

At the grocery store, the cashier asks me how my Thanksgiving was. “Lonely,” I say, remarking to myself that any other year, regardless if I thought it was fine or not, I’d have said, “Fine. Yours?” “Yeah, same,” she replied and both of us laughed and then talked about the turkey and the fixins we made. We compared brining rituals… View Post