I came home tonight and suddenly realized my Christmas wreath is still on the door. It’s not the one pictured above but one made of pinecones. I somehow missed that window from seasonally perfect to outdated eyesore.
A few weeks ago a gust of wind on one of those 3 degree mornings kissed my face. That’s how I remember it anyway. My face burned and then a few days later the headache began.
My grandmother was born in 1896 high up in the Swiss Alps. She said, “Ja, Ja” a lot as English was not her first language. She had a home remedy for just about everything. When I was young fevers would run through our house knocking everyone down with illness. When it was really bad, she’d show up with potions and remedies. Our heads would be put under a towel hovering over bowls of herbs steeped in…
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