merry giftsmas and happy chanustuff
It’s 7:00 a.m. on Christmas Eve. The sky is still dark, and my dogs are snoring at my feet. My husband and daughter are away until afternoon. The last sip…
deer
My hands smell like deer. It's a gamey smell—wilder than horse but tamer than buffalo.I was thinking about deer today after having pulled out last year's Christmas card, a Hipstamatic…
overstuffed
Things. Objects. Junk. Stuff. I have a lot of it, and sometimes I feel as though it has me.In the rooms where I write, I am haunted by great writers;…
alchemy
It’s Christmas, but you wouldn’t know it by my house, which has no tree, no wrapped presents, no fauxflake or stocking or stray spray of tinsel. It’s not because I’m…