On Christmas Day My Husband Yelled at an Empty Table Without Knowing What Was Coming

specifically for me, and when I blew out the candles I did not make a wish, because I had nothing left to wish for that I had not already given myself.

This morning I sat in my yard in Atlanta with tea and a book I had been reading slowly because there was no longer any reason to rush. The light was the specific quality of a fall morning in Georgia,continue reading …