As a nomad, I live light, both in terms of possession and debt. I cannot afford to be lacksidasical with baggage of any form, and as I grow older, I shun more and more the offer of others to give me possession, or indebt me by even offering gifts. I understand it’s frustrating for them … Continue reading »
I never grew up with Santa and my best friend calls me a holiday grump. I just find it lamentable anyone finds it justifiable to systemically lie to children. Or really to lie to children at all. While there are times to couch information appropriate for age and maturity, you can still always be honest … Continue reading »
I get angry during holidays. I’m not quite sure why, exactly. It’s not like I had “one of those Christmases” where mom came home drunk one night and beat us all with a bar of soap or something. Maybe it’s because I grew up on the outside, as somewhat of a social outcast and forced … Continue reading »
