Sunday, December 31, 2017

The season of cookies, cake, and cocktails was coming to a close to be replaced by calisthenics and resolutions.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

We watched the white rabbit hop across the field wishing we could join him and maybe even stay in Wonderland for just a few minutes, anything but return to the real world.

Friday, December 29, 2017

Eileen was always saddened by the obits due to her desire to have known those who passed and to have heard their life stories told in their own voices.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Sometimes, even years after their deaths, he would begin to dial his parents' number thinking how nice it would be to hear their voices.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

As the end of the year rolled round she measured her accomplishments against her goals like a debauched gambler at a broken-down race track.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

"There's no accounting for taste," he said, throwing the torch onto the priceless paintings heaped in the middle of the square.

Monday, December 25, 2017

The snow, like the white robe of the Ghost of Christmas Past, muffled the sound from within of carols played on an old Victrola.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

For a brief moment we shared in the joyous miracle before returning to the business of hate.

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Standing in the cold, his breath rolling out in waves and rising into the bleak sky, he thought, for the first time in his life, about the homeless who were forced to spend the winter outside and then he stepped back into his warm home and promptly pushed these thoughts aside.

Friday, December 22, 2017

Sometimes during the holidays it wasn't green and red but the blues Alice felt.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

The swamp always bubbled back up to the surface no matter how they tried to drain it.

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

In the year of our Lord 2017, the old dog quickly wearied of having to constantly calm his owner down every time CNN was on and soon became an expert on U.S. politics.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

"It's like we're living in two totally different worlds—mine is one of cutting-edge technology and inclusiveness and yours is anti-science and tribalism," Amy told her cousin just before the line went dead.

Monday, December 18, 2017

Through a crack in the beat up shade she saw all she cared to of the world beyond her bedroom.

Sunday, December 17, 2017

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Friday, December 15, 2017

As Greg got older his obsessions began to revolve around the weather, his bodily functions, and his cats whose antics kept him occupied for hours on end.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Sara swung wildly between believing she was invincible and dying from a host of strange and rare diseases.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

The political pendulum began its slow swing back in the other direction.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

It was easier to yell at the talking heads on her television and bemoan the state of the world from the leather couch than it was to do anything about it.

Monday, December 11, 2017

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Quips, bon mots, and repartee were his stock and trade, but Ivan longed to be a philosopher whose deep thoughts would be celebrated through the ages.

Saturday, December 9, 2017

As Ellen got older she stopped listening to new music, preferring to wallow in the nostalgic tunes of her youth.

Friday, December 8, 2017

The three things he trusted most in this world—John Birch, bourbon, and his Mossberg 500 pump-action shotgun—all let him down in the end.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Monday, December 4, 2017

"Memories of these adventures you're sharing will outlast your friendships," the instructor told us amidst a smattering of nervous laughter.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

The unsung heroes and forgotten mavericks had been spat upon by tyrants and government cogs and yet they persevered.

Saturday, December 2, 2017

Affirmations were a drug for Dave and social media was the syringe.

Friday, December 1, 2017

After the partition, Neal and his family, dyed-in-the-wool Democrats, found themselves in the minority within the Greater Red District.