today, i’m heading east. to the shore. it will be the first family christmas in delaware, and i can’t wait. the food, the drink, the laughter; the presents, the pictures, the music; and, of course, the people. my people. my family. w.j.b. my father. our likeness is so much more than skin deep. my free […]
christmas eve 1988: a story in two parts [brook] i was but a wee lass, still fully enraptured by the santa claus spell. i firmly believed – nay, knew as fact – that mr. claus would be scooching down that chimney sometime in the noctural hours, and that knowledge was enough to deprive me of […]
© heather dyan 2020 | admin | rss feed | colophon
powered by wordpress using the depo skinny theme