Saturday, December 04, 2010

"one day your grandchildren will be eatin’ cornbread that’s sweet and drinkin’ ice tea that ain’t, and they’ll think that’s a Southern tradition"

the fact that my family sends leftovers home with me, cocooning under the blankets when the temperatures finally fall into winter, making a long-overdue phone call, a new coffee shop, a new friend, a clean house, my breath freezing in puffs before my face, fire trucks and marching bands and waving kids and lit-up floats in the salem parade, dragging craiggers to the small-town entertainment, friday friends, hot chocolate, and the accountant.

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