kristy bowen | writer & book artist

I meant to write this post on Sunday, but the weekend slipped away soundly and plunged us into this, the holiday span of days when time is foggier and less clear. The solstice is always something I eagerly await, especially after November and early December and all their darknesses (both literal and figurative.) At this point, though its not really noticeable until we are well into February, the days grow incrementally longer by seconds. It occurred to me that this also marks our six month anniversary (we initially planned to get hitched on the actual summer solstice, but decided to move it to the day after to hit the weekend once we decided to have a larger party in lieu of just courthouse nuptials.)   The Christmas season, yet again, is a surreal time in which I occasionally forget the impending holiday. I think this comes from new and different rhythms since losing family.  Instead of the knock-down drag out of  double Christmas Even celebrations on both sides of ...