January Marginalia

Releasing, Receiving, Reading, Eating

My nightstand, before my bedtime edit last week.

Dearest friends,

The calendar pages seem to fly, each month hustling toward the next, whether I approve or not. Today is the final day of January, and we’re traveling to see my mother for her birthday this weekend. I have more than once been gently reminded of the words I wrote last week, to avoid “killin…