I’m not a superstitious person normally. I open umbrellas inside. I spill salt and do nothing more than clean it up. And I very often step on the sidewalk cracks and yet my mother’s back remains unscathed. But there is one little superstition I hold dear–a very unique one, I must say. I fear all [...]
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Every year, our organized friends and family send us adorable Christmas cards. Finally this year I decided to reciprocate so we don’t get crossed off everyone’s mailing lists. But I have terrible penmanship and a crippling fear of the post office so instead I made a movie. Catch you on the flip side. This time of year, I’m always reminded how nice it is to be Southern. True, I’m no longer living at “the home place,” but growing up in the South really prepared me for doing the holidays up right. Traditions! Cooking! Tacky decorations! Really, it’s the cooking know-how I’m the most thankful for. While California’s food is [...] Maybe it’s because we’re both from small-town America or maybe it’s just a coincidence, but Nathan and I love Christmas more than any other young, childless adults I know. Sure, when you have a baby, then people understand “your affinity for elf culture.” Or, hey, maybe if I still lived in Waco, Texas where entertainment [...] Every day at about 4:30pm, I have, what I’ve come to think of as, my Day’s Closing Chat with my coworker and friend Jenelle. She gets in early so she’s leaving for the day at about that time, and I’m usually a little punchy from one rote task or another. Tuesday’s DCC was about my butt. [...] |
 Alison Presley lives in San Francisco with her husband Nathan Bransford. She's locked in an unhealthy relationship with her work-in-progress (a novel). And so far this year she has wasted six months of her life on a college-level Statistics class and eaten more frozen pizza than she cares to admit. 
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