Exhausting fun, overflowing love, tense edges. This holiday season I’ve held a three-day-old baby girl and heard devastating news about an elderly relative. I’ve stretched my imagination (and wallet) to find the perfect gift and hidden the effects of too much cheer beneath an extra layer of Mac concealer. I’ve thrown dinner parties, gathered with girlfriends, and had a cozy night or two by the twinkling Christmas tree with Al and Rusty. I’ve baked cookies (and sampled them daily). I’ve roasted meat I will not eat. I’ve chopped and shopped and also stopped to meditate and reflect upon my abundant blessings.
Amid this whirl, my singular pleasure remains a morning alone with pen and paper. And now, add to this an unexpected gift, one I could not have imagined ten years ago, this net of writing friends to share it with. Have a joyful holiday season!
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