As a child, when money was tight, we had a five foot tall fake Christmas tree. It came in a box that was dented and ripped at the top, and the tree had the scent of old cat pee on it. We would have to take out each branch and the metal pole that made…
Tag: childhood memories
Winter’s Nostalgic Permeance
There is something tender in the cold days of winter that latches onto your bones and carries on you like a worn coat from winter to winter as you grow, change, move, and adapt to new environments, and yet flares up like an old injury when the temperature drops in those early months of the…
To My Dearest
Having children is only a dream at this point. We have a lot to do in our lives before we can begin trying for children. A wedding, for one. Not that we particularly care if we have children before the wedding, we just can't fathom adding on pregnancy/childbirth/child raising onto our already hectic schedule. And…