drmstream[writing]

  This is part of how it works when you write: the ideas come in frag­ments, start to form into peo­ple, places, sto­ries. You take notes on your imag­i­na­tion and then start writ­ing it out. Some­times the story flows and stops and some­times you feel your way into it. I was clean­ing up my hard drive […]

The orna­ment lit up in his hand. It felt like magic. Kevin took it home & wrapped it in paper. When I get my big house, he thought. March 1, 2011 1:29 pm via Tweet­DeckReplyRetweetFavorite @drmstream drm­stream This is one of a series of sto­ries that I have been telling on Twit­ter.  Each para­graph is […]

In the 10 years since my dad died, my life has changed in ways nei­ther of us antic­i­pated. I want to turn toward new things with him today. Decem­ber 6, 2010 2:19 pm via Twit­te­la­torReplyRetweetFavorite @Kcecelia Kather­ine Cecelia This day before Christ­mas is filled with antic­i­pa­tion and uncer­tainty. The gifts are assem­bled, the rit­u­als lined […]

My father was always the last guy to buy a Christ­mas tree.  He explained that the prices were cheap­est the day before Christ­mas.  He didn’t dwell on how bad the selec­tion was. So we’d be dri­ving along the coun­try roads a day or two before Christ­mas, look­ing for a tree stand that was still open and […]

Cuth­bert the appren­tice cus­to­dian looks around the vast room in despair. Boxes, con­tain­ers, books and glass­ware are strewn across the thick oak shelves, the heavy glass cab­i­nets that had been mitered and glazed by long for­got­ten appren­tices like him, the end­lessly long wooden tables. Every­thing in this stor­age room is man­dated to be made of […]

At Christ­mas we would put sil­ver tin­sel on the tree. We’d toss the tree in the woods out back come Jan­u­ary. In the Spring thaw, the tin­sel would run down the rivulets of snow melt like sil­ver ser­pents. This pic­ture brings that memory back.

via papatedsplace.com Here’s a great col­lec­tion of Christ­mas pho­tos from the 1920’s. The vol­ume may have changed in 90 years, but the focus is still the same. from Dan McCarthy’s Stream