Tag Archives: Christmas

Bells

Rocking Horse Room — 1943 From the attic to the wine cellar, their voices whispered my name, “Eliza. Eliza. Eliza.” I had come home for Christmas. I had returned to Straeon Manor. The rocking horse wallpaper had been replaced by utilitarian white paint. The child’s bed gone, replaced by a single adult bed. The nightstand […]

Dearest Mama

Ballroom — 1815 Dearest Mama, It snowed again last night, and this morning I awoke to gardens dusted with a fine white powder. Hopefully the snow will not impede the travel of any of the party guests. Aunt Millie has assured me that it will not. I do wish that little Lizzie was in better […]

Santa Claus is Coming

Bathroom – 1988 I lay in the empty bathtub, beside the bloody knife, the porcelain chilling my shivering skin. My hands cover my face, catching warm tears from one eye and hot blood from the other’s vacant socket. I wish that Santa Claus would stop singing. You’d better watch out. You’d better not cry… The […]

Toolbox Stocking Stuffers

The holidays are upon us and that writer in your life is almost impossible to to buy for. Forgive my ending that sentence with a preposition, because do I have some deals for you. A couple of years ago, I saw the Alphasmart NEO in a Writer’s Digest advertisement. This baby may not look like […]