Mary Dansak

Last night at a gathering of friends, I conducted some festive research and asked people their thoughts on nostalgia. To a person, they paused, eyes focused on something unseen by the rest of us, then shared a wistful memory. Intentions aside, we had all brought along Nostalgia as our Plus One to this holiday party. 

I am often overwhelmed by nostalgia, with Christmas as a powerful trigger. The ghosts of my mother and my little-self drag me out of the present with each step of the decorating. We are again tiptoeing into the Lutheran church with candles in our hands to sing carols at midnight, gathering magnolia and holly boughs to decorate the mantle, polishing silver bowls and tying red ribbons on candlesticks, my mother and me together, just us. 

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What a tightly written, deeply moving story. Poignant and palpable. Thank you.

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