It came in the mail yesterday. The L.L. Bean catalog landed with a thud on my kitchen counter, heralding ‘coziest women’s clothes & more.’ Inside were flannel robes, Ultrasoft Sweats, down comforters, all the trappings for cold, wet, windswept weather. In August, goddam it. Why do retailers insist on raining on our parade? It’s summer, … Continue reading : fall arrived presorted :
Say what you will about the holidays, they’re expensive and exhausting and fattening, but they’re a welcome distraction. See, the holidays keep us occupied, leaving time for little else. We plan and party and decorate, we hang our stockings and deck the halls and toast the New Year. Then, before we know it, poof, they’re … Continue reading : the cold, harsh reality :
"There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child." -- Erma Bombeck Wishing you all your heart desires.
They. Are. Everywhere. Those big red kettles with the bell ringers and the loud, clamorous clang of the holiday season. They’re ubiquitous, like trees or cellphones. You run into them at every store entrance and every store exit; on every sidewalk and every street corner. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without those cast iron sentinels, … Continue reading : the red kettles :