Holiday Flashback
It’s only a week after Thanksgiving and my mother’s already pestering me about why she hasn’t received a Christmas card from us yet.
Us.
That’s the first time she’s used a word that acknowledges my relationship with Jon, despite the fact that we’ve been together what, three years now? It’s that one little word, two innocuous letters, a symbol of two men formed into one through love, that makes me dig out the cards we bought last year on sale after the holiday…
My address book is old and battered; Jon’s isn’t much better. Most of our friends nowadays keep in touch via e-mail—this act of sitting down at the table, pen in hand, has become antiquated, obsolete even. It makes me feel…I don’t know, old-fashioned, as I leaf through yellowing pages and write out addresses on
