Happy Christmas Eve eve.
What grieves you?
I wake heavy and slow. I pull on a long skirt and grab the men’s flannel shirt that I picked up at the second hand store.
I check the fire. I light candles. I put on Christmas music. I consider my to do list. (The one I had been eager to address.)
I fill a bowl of kitchari. I sit on the couch. I open the computer. I read.
I realize I’m sad.
I google: Christmas Date with Mom; and then add: Kelly Salasin.
I find my post from 2009. I critique my writing. I begin editing. Line by line tears fill my eyes. I close the computer. I finish chewing. I sob.
I worry someone might hear me. I hold my heart. I say, Ow, ow, ow.
I read more of my Christmas writing from years past. I feel soothed. And tired. I realize that I always write in…
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