The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Over the years since then, some
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The Return of Light


Christmas is over. The grocery stores have moved on, already stocking Valentine's Day candy. Yet, we just finished reading aloud Dia Calhoun's The Return of Light: A Christmas Tale.

 It's a story about trees awaiting their turn to become Christmas trees and help bring back the light. No, not the light for the religious faithful, but the light of the sun. I was so grateful to find a book that celebrates Christmas in an earth-focused way, rather than a Christian way. The trees, growing on a mountain hillside are creatures of the earth, and know the depth of the long, dark winter. They believe that Christmas marks the beginning of the return of light, longer days, and it is their role in life to help people celebrate that return.

 Each year the trees whose turn it is to help the light return are touched by the magical Christmas Deer, cut, and brought to town where they will be taken home to glitter and sparkle for a family of loving people. The story has a fantastical beginning, but it grows into quite the opposite of a fairy tale. The main character is Treewing, a young tree who is told he has a "special purpose" as a Christmas tree this year.

 Treewing ends up at the tree lot surrounded by his tree friends, and an odd group of people. As the story progresses, the characters are as real as they get. The lot owner is a sad and grouchy woman, the boy who lives in a van with his mother is heartbreakingly hopeful and kind, and the homeless people who continue to return to Treewing are honest and bright. Slowly the story unfolds and we are carried along to see the ties that bind them all.

 Throughout the short, and poetically-written story we come to feel Treewing's fears, concerns, and worries. So much so that when the poor tree is the last one in the lot, with no family to take him home on Christmas Eve, my son began to cry. The sadness and darkness of a winter's night alone was felt deeply.

 By the last chapter, when it all comes together, and the tree's purpose is known, I could barely read it aloud, I was so choked up. I was moved by the connections between the people, that good old Christmas generosity, and the realization that sometimes our expectations are not going to be met, but what is actually happening is so much better.

 I highly recommend this short and sweet book. Even though Christmas has passed, winter is still here, blowing white and cold outside. We are turning slowly back towards the sun, and there is still time to celebrate The Return of Light before Valentine's Day.

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