I’m so, so happy to say I’ve just arrived in Lake Placid, where I’ll be spending Christmas with my son and my boyfriend. There isn’t as much snow as we’d hoped (no cross-country skiing), but the trees and ground are kissed with white and the giant evergreens are wearing their wisdom as grandly as ever. Ahhhh, my spiritual home.
This is my second Christmas without my parents, and even though it’s still a sad and lonely time, I am buoyed by how much less dire it feels than last year, when we were preparing our final celebration in our parents’ home, ever. Bittersweet is too gentle a word to describe what that time felt like.
I wrote a bit about this for BlogHer, who—by the way—is officially my new fulltime employer, as of January 3. I will be the editor in chief of the website, and we have plans, plans, plans! galore and I can’t wait to unveil them throughout 2012. So yes, one key anchor in my life has been planted, just 18 months after everything went upside down. It has both been a deliriously slow and painful time, as well as the just-right amount of time for things to start to come together. I’m still standing on incredibly insolid ground.
But, dammit, I’m standing!
Wishing you and yours a warm and fulfilling holiday week.
Without further ado, here’s my piece about Living Grief (And Love) During the Holidays.