I’ve always loved Halloween. I was about 13 years old when I discovered I loved it an inordinate amount. My mother was startled by what I considered brilliantly thrifty decorations. I used all sorts of ordinary household items to create an interactive haunted house in my room. I stuff plastic bags into my black tights, to make thin, frail, crunchy
This Is How We Stay, Please Stay This Way
I am restless and nomadic, fidgety and vagarious. My sister is my float in this river that pushes me towards a bank or a wall. I rest on her. Each year, we take a sister trip, like our Hanna Sister Spectacular Summer S-cape (to Cairo) and alliteration-free sojourns to Anchorage and Antwerp, all the way out to Valparaíso and Zierikzee.
Oldlyweds
Ten years of marriage has made some things much easier and other things much harder.
This Happily Ever After
This week, my husband and I are celebrating ten years of marriage, a.k.a. “happily ever after.” This is the Picture-Story of whatever the hell that means. That was Then and This Is Now… Weddings are a very strange beginning. We’ve found that nothing about ours translated into real life: