Here’s flashback to Christmas Past. My Christmas past.
Many of you will remember reading this. A few will remember living it.
A ways back I shared about how the boy I lost my virginity to, met the man I married, and Good Housekeeping published it for all the world to read, saying it was pure gold.
I beg to differ.
But apparently it struck a chord with others, because I was lucky enough to be selected for a live reading of the same essay at Read650 – Where Writers Read – for a storytelling event focused on holidays.
Hope you enjoy my angst.
Cheers to all the reunions you want this holiday season. Merry merry.
Wicked awesome. Wish I could’ve seen it!
You rock, Kate. And RAH.