I sat on the bathroom floor, hoping the cold tiles would relieve the warmth I felt in my tears that were erasing the effort I had made to at least look sparkly in the absence of feeling even remotely joyous. It was my first Christmas in Northern Ireland since I was two. We had justContinue reading “An Advent Reflection: Home”
My friend Thomas who edits Threads knows I really like Christmas (like, a lot.) He asked me to write about that, and I decided that instead of an academic defence of Christmas cheer, I would write a poem. ‘Twas a month before Christmas And all through the land… Read the rest here.