The Ghosts of Christmas Past
A found poem Image by Oberholster Venita from Pixabay I’ve been thinking a lot about the changing shape of Christmas. No surprise there: this is a Christmas season like none other. This Christmas Continue Reading →
Tag: memory
The Box at the Back of My Closet
And why it haunts me. My mother died at the age of 96. I think of her as having lived until 92 and then taking a long, leisurely approach to Continue Reading →
When Can We Forget?
How long does the past live? The past is never dead. It’s not even past. — William Faulkner, Requiem for a Nun I came of age in the time of Continue Reading →