Hello everyone! How’s the season shift feeling for you? Last week we had our very first snowfall (it didn’t stick but was intense nonetheless), and my body is responding to the change in temperature with sniffles and earaches. It’s space-heater season which always makes my office feel so cozy, and I’ve been lighting more candles to invite in gentle light. Here we go!
I had a new little nibling born last week, coming into the world on Halloween to forevermore cement those goth-cred points. Welcome to the world, little one! We’re so happy you’re here!
Also, sorry about the very un-chill title! I am a very un-chill person!
the apocalypse that never came
At the turn of the millennia we burst from the house in one mass of breath, proclaiming the future as ours. We held sparklers in our hands, plastic Party City hats strapped our heads, as the navy velvet of the night sky was punctuated by bright streaks color and sound. We were jubilant, glad to be alive. I was twelve years old and I grabbed my best friend’s hand and ran across the lawn, both of us reveling in the spectacle of adults banging on pots in the middle of the street. They were acting like children and it felt good to be a part of something so obviously absurd.
In 1999 my father started buying canned goods. He stocked them in a metal cabinet with a lock in the back of the garage. I wouldn’t say he was a prepper and yet he prepped. That he did this despite the thick fog of my mother’s scorn told me that we had something to be worried about.
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