MountainMornings

It’s Christmas Eve in Tinseltown

I didn’t know a city could twinkle. Ever since we landed I’ve been pleasantly surprised – the orchestral music in the Uber, the view to Santa Monica with the sea beyond.

My son the Rocker and Aunt Kiki are nesting here among the red tail hawks. There’s an ancient olive tree bending over the hill, welcoming this Nashville branch of the family.

We are building new traditions. Abrahamic descendants baking date bread and frying latkes. My wish for your holiday is simple, be kind to one another. Leave room for love to bloom unrestrained from sarcasm and doubt.

Merry Everything