Posted by: Annatonic on: December 22, 2010
I’ve been at home chez mom for a couple days now. Long enough to graze through the piles of Christmas mail her post box throws up every day. Inspired, and somewhat envious of my mother’s extensive non-digital network, I’ve drafted my own Holiday Letter for next year. Look out, 2011.
Dear Person I Never Hear From Except At Christmas,
Posted by: Annatonic on: December 19, 2010
It’s Sunday night, snow piled up to the window and I’m on a saggy single bed in a plaid flannel nighty, one that has a ‘Made in the USA with Love’ tag. It could be 1992, except it’s not. I’m home for the holidays. This is where comfort begins: in clothes you wouldn’t be caught dead [...]
