Dear Man with the Matches,
Do you remember seeing a gaggle of college kids making their way down the street late one night?
My family has a long tradition of creating handmade gifts for each other.
Start with a mantra. And a mirror.
The same words, daily.
Back in high school, I did not care at all about the holidays.
The crazy combination of emojis I’ve saved beside your name in my phone pops up, and I instantly smile.
Dear beloved,
Once a year, in the midst of the holiday oasis of Thanksgiving, my immediate family stops for one, pumpkin-pie-scented moment.
1. Burnett’s Liquor
If they’re over 21, this is an insult.
Dear Beloved Reader,
Walking into a dimly lit room, bass vibrations rattling the windows, I look around—the women are in uniform. So am I. The year is 2023.
The theologian Kallistos Ware wrote that Now is all we really have: the past and future exist only conceptually, framed by present experience.
