Memory Lane
My grandparents are slowly cleaning out their house. There were lots of practical items they encouraged us to take—roughly twenty years’ worth of hotel soaps, and I am now the proud owner of a pizza...
View ArticleMy Favorite Veteran, Captured on Paper
Today at the beginning of yoga class my teacher said, “Think of all the people who did all they did so that you could have off today.” And I cried a little. My grandfather’s shipmate sketched this...
View ArticleThe Merriest EVER
Found this at the Somerville Flea (indoors at the Armory). Let’s just pretend my name is Eva Christiansen and I bought this card at Woolworth’s, signed it, and mailed it to you. Happy Holidays,...
View ArticleQuiet Time
I’m in the middle of one of those spells when blogging doesn’t feel like a productive use of my time. Sometimes it’s easy, because I’m trying to be useful but I’m ultimately doing it for my own...
View ArticleNo Good at Juggling
I never learned how to juggle—literally or figuratively, as you can tell by all the balls I’ve dropped over the past several months. I have a bad habit of getting really excited for new projects and...
View ArticleTwenty Years Later
I’m remembering my beautiful grandmother today, twenty years after her passing.
View ArticleThoughts on the Eve of My 36th Birthday
I am grieving for a country that doesn’t exist yet. I don’t know anyone who voted for that repulsive excuse for a human being, but then I guess that’s just proof of how thoroughly I have insulated...
View ArticleSugaring Season
There is something inexpressibly sad in the thought of the children who crossed the ocean with the Pilgrims and the fathers of Jamestown, New Amsterdam, and Boston, and the infancy of those born in the...
View ArticleIn Memoriam
Today would have been my Grandmom Kass’s 89th birthday. She passed in her sleep one week after Kate and Elliot’s wedding in February. I wrote in my journal: I thought I had done my grieving in advance,...
View ArticleGoodnight, Johnny Starr
I have put off writing this post for four weeks, because clicking “publish” on a blog post is a public announcement that one more person who loved me is gone from this world. It’s selfish to grieve for...
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