December 2009
3 posts
peace and a lesson in biscuit making
I steady my thoughts as the word, “peace” saturates itself in my mind. I figured Christmas to be a time of peaceful tidings and warm spicy drinks [and oh, it is!] , but as a friend brought to my attention this weekend, I’m living a bit contradictory to this season of “peace”. There are good reminders as we fall upon this season - when people are just a little bit...
a native son.
Sometimes, I’m quieter here - but there’s so much to say. I remember the hidden wound. There’s that invisible line of social class - serving old white people as their hands raise in a dismissal that hurts when I imagine it done to me. I try to wonder if I’m over-exaggerating this, but I see it so often upon what we have somehow deemed to be second-class citizens. But,...
a letter to december.
To December [or whomever it may concern], You’re cold. At least here, you are. Cold air seems cleaner to me but I think it’s just psychological. Cinnamon smells like Christmas. Any other time I smell Cinnamon…it smells like Cinnamon. My birthday is in December. Celebrating life is necessary - this year it was simple and calm. Usually I’m worried about everyone calling me,...