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Holidays

  • Home is where the holidays are (part III)

    February 20, 2010

    •   I did not notice the shiny bulb race into the air. It was the bang that got my attention. Then the red and blue and greens appeared in a circle in the distance. I did not smile. The rain and three hour delay in leaving to visit my Chinese sister had all but killed any feeling of festivity that would normally fill my heart with fireworks. It was Chinese New Year, it was Valentine Day and as the ...
  • home is where the holidays are (part 1)

    January 29, 2010

    • This is the kind of story that would make Disney proud. It would be a feel good movie  that would star  some Brat Pack 2.0 actor and bring more money  into Disney in one holiday weekend than some countries bring pull in all year.  It is a story about a disgruntled yet lovable unofficial spokesman for Generation X and him learning the true meaning of the holiday season (actually ...
  • January 2

    January 2, 2010

    • I love January 2 almost as much as January 1.  Many folks are on vacation.  Good for them and good for me.  The world is quiet.  Yes, quiet.  I like it.  I like that the holidays are completely over.  The decorations put away, the poor dried out tree in the green bin.  Kaput.  The whole festive fervor in the can for a nice, long ten months.  I think we should have the holidays every ...
  • Take a Few

    January 1, 2010

    • Enough, I say, with the holidays.  It's time the world rights itself and gets back into the world of the world, the ordinary, everyday stuff that I love best.  Sure, I'm all about festivities and such, but really, I like the push and pull of the ordinary day, a day of days, the chain of the regular.I don't often tell people that because they assume I've gone off the deep end.  Most people I ...
  • like a sunray - a poem for a cold day

    December 30, 2009

    • On some cold days I dream of summer, of a hot sand on some ocean beach, of warm ocean waves... Sometimes it is enough that I meet somebody, who looks at me in a special way and I feel the summer inside... This is a poem that I wrote on such a day, after I've met a man with a lot of sun in his eyes: Like a sunray like a sun ray you have touched my hand and reminded me how summers taste: sea ...
  • The Christmas That Almost Wasn't

    December 25, 2009

    • Every year Mom says she doesn't want a gift and every year my siblings and I go together to get her a gift. Last year it was the entire Forever Knight collection and this year it was Tour of Duty. Mom called yesterday to wish me a merry Christmas and say thank you for the gift. I reminded her that she didn't want the gift and would have to give it to either Jimmy or Carol since Beanie already has ...
  • christmas in the desert

    December 24, 2009

    • Growing  up in suburban Long Island, I generally hated Christmas  with its cold, miserable weather, artificial indoor heat, its frantic buying and giving and of presents, and the gluttonous meals. Some years ago, I went off to the California desert to spend time alone in a place called The Galaxy Motel. There was no one around for miles except the stoned couple who managed the motel from their ...
  • The Christmas Tree that Blossomed

    December 24, 2009

    • Christmas and memories thereof are always a mixture of inspired joy and lingering sorrow for me. There are many reasons why both responses fit unyieldingly into the holiday equation but the following is one I will have to honor and meditate upon for the rest of my life:  If they, my niece April and her son Justin, had been victims of terrorism or the casualty of a war fought in the name of ...
  • Those Wacky Mystery Folks

    December 24, 2009

    • These have been troubling times for many people. I hope you and your families have found peace this holiday season, and wish, for you and yours, much happiness, health and prosperity in the days ahead. Happy holidays, everyone!Mystery folks, be they readers or writers, are different from other people. We make a distinction between real crime, which no sane person would want in their lives, and ...
  • Lille - Christmas 2009

    December 24, 2009

    • Every Christmas, or the past ten in any case, Ryoma and I have travelled over to France, to do a spot of shopping and take in the lovely atmosphere in the northern city of Lille. There's a Christmas market, which sells all sorts of lovely things to eat, gifts, decorations and, most importantly as far as I'm concerned, mulled wine - an ample quantity of which had been consumed before the photo ...