The Green Knight: A Story for When Christmas Is ‘Dark and Hard’
Every event feels necessary, but most of it is nonsense.
Every event feels necessary, but most of it is nonsense.
I somehow want to “succeed” in my social interactions. Oldest daughter syndrome claims another victim.
It’s hard not to think of repeated patterns as some kind of failure.
I didn’t realize until now that I want an oversized sweater to curl up in while feeding my cat milk?
Listening to those songs always reminds me of cutting paper snowflakes around the dining room table, putting up tin or clay ornaments on the tree, decorating sugar cookies made from a slightly altered recipe my dad’s been honing for years.
How strange it is to choose to labor over writing the perfect string of words, singing with the perfect tone, preparing the perfect meal to honor a person who can’t experience their veneration.
In the expectation and longing for something to finally change, where our “now” seems broken beyond repair and our “not yet” can’t afford to be delayed, Advent meets us where we are.
I introduced myself and finally learned my inverse’s name: Brooke.
Voice memo: 3.1 minutes
Voice memo: 30 seconds
Voice memo: 5 minutes
But eight-year-old me hadn’t learned about rhetorical analysis yet, so instead, I ran out of the room whenever that scene came on.