Issue 56: All of our yesterdays
i always liked your handwriting.is that snow, falling from a yoke, cupped in someone's hand?
Yesterday, I helped my son and his wife move--the heat was off in their old house. I stood in their kitchen and packed it up and got colder and colder. It took the rest of the day for me to get warm again. But I'm actually mostly grateful for the cold, because it feels so disorienting to me when it's warm in the wintertime. It feels right for it to be cold at the darkest time of the year.
Thank you, Kendra. I always thought my handwriting was unbearable.