… Fueled by a colossal sense of relief, I march back into the house, going room by room to purge all evidence of Christmas…
… Fueled by a colossal sense of relief, I march back into the house, going room by room to purge all evidence of Christmas…
I dragged a fake tree from the basement and collapsed onto the couch, where I fell asleep with my mouth open while watching a crime documentary about serial killers…
My son’s early refusal to play along felt like the needle of a record player scratching violently across my expectations…
Finding the Way Home
But, as I waited and watched in our village market that day, I realized that no one in the store knew who I was…