Holiday Edition: Susan
My most favorite New Year’s Eve ever, and the one I try to replicate whenever possible, was the year my morose cartoonist boyfriend dumped me right around Christmas.
My most favorite New Year’s Eve ever, and the one I try to replicate whenever possible, was the year my morose cartoonist boyfriend dumped me right around Christmas.
There’s no better time than the last week of an extra fabulous year to reflect on all the good that took place.
I hesitated to answer my phone, though it was my parents’ ring. Something made me answer it anyway. What unfolded next was kind of a blur, but I got the gist of it: my dad had cancer.
Hey, the year is completely new. You have a clean slate! What do you want to do now?
Tino Rossi and his famous “Petit Papa Noel” (aka There Is No Reason Why You Shouldn’t Suffer With Us Over Here In Europe). Happy New Year!
When did we become so pragmatic? At what point did we start needing to see a tangible benefit to things?