Line tamer.
Today, a fox from Sonoma, CA, bought in a shop off the central plaza. I lived in Livermore, California briefly, back in the latter half of 2005, with my bother, sister-in-law and niece. Many things in my life had come to a head that spring: end of the first post grad school year, cobbling life Read More …
Unruly bears. When Michael and I first started seeing each other, he gifted me a bear on one of our first rendezvous — a meet-up in Philly for a conference he had to attend, where I heard Joyce Carol Oates speak for the first time. The Hudson Bay Company issues a new holiday bear each Read More …
More creatures. The animals outnumber all other ornaments, save for the Christmas balls. But that is to be expected, especially since I met Michael over four years ago and discovered his heart for animals, he having grown up on a horse farm. Before I get to all the unruly bears we share space with, this Read More …
Last night my friend Emily had a holiday housewarming party at her new place in Park Slope. She asked her guests to bring nothing but an ornament for her first tree. And so we did. As the evening progressed and the naked tree filled with color and sparkle, a bird theme emerged. My gift: a Read More …
Second grade. Mrs. Gombocz’s class. A jumble of memories, such as Mrs. Gombocz’s red hair. An arithmetic workbook. The guinea pig kept in the back of the room that certain kids got to take home on long weekends to watch. And this scene: one day I asked whether I could come back to the classroom after Read More …
Some stories become mantras over the years, such as that first day of December when my younger sister was born it was 60 degrees and my mother brought her home in a light blanket. And then other stories are more of an impression, an image, the details hazy. Such as this stuffed mouse. Was it Read More …
My company’s holiday party is tonight. It’s at one of my favorite places: the MET’s Temple of Dendur in the Egyptian wing. I love holiday parties: the decorations, the food and wine, the winter wardrobe of sweaters and corduroy. But most of all the cheer, the gathering of people at the darkest time of the Read More …
Maybe it’s a sign of age, or a sign that I have too much going on in my head, but as vividly as I remember who gave me certain ornaments, I can’t remember who gave me others. Take this glass square, profile of a snowman, easily one of my heaviest ornaments but one that always Read More …
On my tree, a wooden wreath of spools, beads, twine and ribbon, another craft from one of my younger sister’s December 1st birthday parties. If it were made of fake evergreen limbs, it would surely get lost on these imitation branches, and its weight makes it sag a bit. But it got me thinking that Read More …
My parents and older sister were in town from Bethlehem yesterday, a bus trip they make every couple of holiday seasons. The last time they were here my younger sister from Boston and older brother from California were in town too, a little family reunion just months before my mother would be diagnosed with multiple Read More …