Own your past
My mother decided not to put up her big tree this year, so she passed down to us some of the ornaments from my story, my history, my places in time – ornaments from Germany and from Sri Lanka because I lived in those places, for example.
And then there were The Photo Ornaments.
I’m, um…well, I’m speechless at the sheer, magnificent, overwhelming beauty of it all.
I’m going to own my past, those stretchy pants with the seams down the front, the bright yellow jumpsuit with the high waist, those bangs that sweep to eternity like a wave on the ocean, my bug glasses, those Peter Max hot pants, the satin and pearls. It is all me.
Happy holidays from Big Red.
