The giant box arrived yesterday with the return label of Johns Island, SC. I don’t have x-ray vision, but I know without opening it exactly what I’ll find inside: Christmas presents—probably twenty or twenty-five of them, mostly small packages wrapped in wrinkly holiday paper and too much Scotch tape. Each will have the name of … Continue reading Sister Santa
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Fire & Rain
I burned the hell out of my thumb two nights ago in a last-minute, solo, Solstice cleansing ritual. In the rain. Wearing my Happy Bunny pajama pants and snow boots. I cut quite a figure, let me tell you. I'm having trouble with Christmas. I always do, really. I'm not going to go so far … Continue reading Fire & Rain