Santa’s Pub
At almost every song choice, someone is yelling “THIS IS A GREAT SONG!!!”
At almost every song choice, someone is yelling “THIS IS A GREAT SONG!!!”
But there’s something hopeful about preparing soil in October and November for late-fall planting, measuring the spacing, carving divots, and pushing the individual cloves a few inches under the soil, and waiting.
Half-frozen with no bird or angel declaring it as special and life-changing or even still alive.
I decided to give it another try, despite my initial disappointment (misplaced, I think).
As I’m writing, the update page is subtitled “Israeli forces bomb Gaza from north to south”; a day later, “Six Palestinians killed in West Bank raids by Israel.”
Congregational eye-rolling intensifies.
What is it about the Midwest that makes us want to erect huge statues to very young and famous teen mothers?
I cuddled up in her guest bed and thought, You know, taking trips isn’t so bad.
I try not to take Letterboxd too seriously, but I do anyway.
But this year I learned that Dad had found her the next weekend, fifty yards from my stand.