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It's spring break, as in: spring took a break and went back underground. It's barely above freezing and I cannot remember the last time I saw blue sky. This week, the March wind was so strong it knocked over my Front Yard T-Rex, about which children and their parents shout out to me, saying how… Continue reading I AM ALIVE EVEN THROUGH DARK WINTER!
I am ten weeks postpartum tomorrow. Two and a half months of my sweet little one! I can't tell if it is very smart or very stupid to pair up newborn lockdown with winter quad-demic lockdown and also the coldest, snowiest winter in recent memory. Even this statue in Haddonfield NJ needed to bundle up!… Continue reading Living for Winter Light
This past week, I got hit with the Winter Blahs. Not even sure that this is Winter Blues, but I am sick of gray skies, shoveling snow, and short amounts of daylight. I am trying to find color where I can. Like in the last of my fun bath items from Japan -- the most… Continue reading Longing for light and color in January
Just around the time I found my craving Angela Carter and rereading the short stories in The Bloody Chamber, and also kept encountering* and reading other short works of fiction, I was also bumping into the idea of a literary Advent calendar. The idea is simple: read one short story every day for a month.… Continue reading 28 Short Stories / “literary Advent calendar” if you insist
I held off as long as I could, but 2023 began with my first experience with COVID. Spending the short, dark, post-holiday days without going outside at all, mostly sleeping, was quite disorienting. I honestly can't say I've ever experienced such a long illness, certainly not in adulthood. Around Day 8 I was sick of… Continue reading Nothing Gonna Break My Stride
Laura Eppinger 