A little Dickens . . .

A little Dickens to start the New Year, courtesy of Maureen Dowd.

In a short story, “What Christmas Is As We Grow Older,” Dickens says that the holiday is the time to bear witness to our parallel lives, our old aspirations, old projects, and old loves.

“Lost friend, lost child, lost parent, sister, brother, husband, wife, we will not so discard you. You shall hold your cherished places in our Christmas hearts, and by our Christmas fires; and in the season of immortal hope, we will shut out Nothing.”

A little late, but not too late in the New Year to think about those old aspirations and old projects. And to remember those lost loves.

Persistence of Memory

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