So, This is Christmas at Fifty-Eight

I love the Christmas season. It’s a sensual spectacle for my soul. The yummy treats that appear only once a year, even if my appetite for them is a year-round event. The power of light to pierce the short December days and even longer December nights. The glorious music. The profane and holy, both speaking…

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Buying, Moving and Owning Nothing

For the last three weeks of my life, everything has been about moving, money and materials. Cardboard boxes, clear packaging tape and cylinders of bubble wrap. The latter as much for the cat as it is for those items we’ve deemed fragile. Our cat not among the fragile, but the treasured. Navigating a regulatory real…

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