It was the night before Xmas, and somewhere around here
I sat alone with a drink, you know, holiday cheer.
A Visit from St. Covid?
Woman’s Meditation on Taking Down the Christmas Tree
The boxes, stacked in the garage, seem new to me, plastic with clip-lock lids, but we’ve had them for years. They’re dusty and drizzled by Floridian garage-fawna. They don’t look like the […]
Transitioning Through the Holidays: A Mother Learns to Let Go
I have four children, all adults in their twenties now, one about to turn thirty, one married, one getting married in January, and the other two in serious relationships with […]
The Gloria Sirens 