I must admit, November was tough. Waking up to the harsh realities about our American political scene and the billionaire bros set to control our immediate future sent me right back to bed. When you add the atrocities raging around the globe I found myself both angry and sad, even dumbfounded, with gratitude out of reach. But as December rolled into being, I smoothed away my distemper and distain and distress by focusing on the small joys which are easy to spot during this month of collective cheer. Follow the strands of colored lights adorning every facade across the town, behold the bejeweled trees from pine to palm lighting up our dark afternoons, why even the ribbons of clouds overhead are a running reminder that December joy is right here in this sheeny now.
Nine Cent Girl 