Ode to Kathryn Bailard and Elizabeth Drouin
Death and the holidays don’t mix. I imagine death and her cool shadow thriving in the doldrums of January or in April, during tax season, but she should leave the holidays to the living. As the calendar flips over to November and “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” takes over the radio, my thoughts usually start simmering with images of big family dinners, thoughtful gifts, too much chocolate, and great conversations with friends.