Jan 15, 12
Read from January 14 to 16, 2012
“What can you give your parents and Toby for Christmas?” Suzie had asked me a few weeks earlier.
“I don’t mean a traditional present. More like, some way to honor them. Or honor the gifts they’ve passed on to you, as a person.”
I’d thought long and hard. It was the toughest shopping list anyone could hand me, but I wanted to do this.
For Toby, I emailed Emily Heinz to tell her I wanted to come back to help her run the Tutoring Club, and asked her to look for a student to match me up with.
For Dad, I bought an intermediate crossword book and started on the first one, with the goal of eventually completing every puzzle without looking at the answers.
For Mom, I began work on my first-ever portrait of someone I didn’t mind mangling in the process: myself. So far it was just a sketch of the shape of my face and my hair, done while leaning over a mirror on my bedroom floor. Don’t erase too much as you go, Mom said in my head. Let your hand channel your impressions of what you see.
Joy to the world, a little.