What He Meant


What an amazing post.

Forever 21

I’d like to say something interesting about the mad crazy start of the holiday season a whole two-and-a-half months before Christmas, but I don’t know what that would be except for the usual grousing. There was a time I thought since the six or so weeks between Thanksgiving and when the Christmas decorations came down were mostly absorbed by Christmas, I spent 1/12th of the year (generously rounded down) in some alternate universe where life revolved around garland, gifts, tiny, twinkling lights and how many different kinds of cookies I could bake. Now the time frame’s shifted to 2 1/2 months, and I’m not feeling so generous. Over 1/6th of our time is spent absorbed in the holidays or trying to avoid them.

Whether or not I want to think about the holidays doesn’t matter. I feel them. It’d be easy to say this time of year makes…

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2 thoughts on “What He Meant

  1. Tersia…I don’t know what to say. I am honored. And after a dispiriting writing class last night (you’d think nothing would “dispirit” me since Philip died, but I can’t seem to separate what I write from him, if you know what I mean), what a welcome thing to wake up to.

    Thank you; so much love to you, especially at this time of year.

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