Gifts.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

This week on the Equals Record: before the holidays, thoughts on what matters most in a gift.


An excerpt from the latest post: "I spent the first seven years of my life in Los Angeles, in a little gray house on a tree-lined street called Cantaloupe Avenue. My memories of living there are hazy, dreamlike…there were rose bushes that lined our driveway (I’d rip the petals off and run them over with my bike, thinking that, surely, this was how perfume was made), and a mishmash of flora in the garden. Potted plants lined the front porch. One, my favorite, was a single pink flower in a tiny terracotta dish. Oddly enough, I remember this flower more vividly than most other physical details about that house, though its tenure on the porch couldn’t have lasted more than a couple of weeks. After having admired its impeccable posture, the elegant draping of its petals, and that irresistible rosy flush for what seemed like an eternity, I couldn’t help myself. I picked it."


Read the rest on the Equals Record, here. You can find past entries from my weekly column, Looking Forward (about the ups and downs of "growing up" in my twenties), here. Thank you so, so much for reading, as always.

Top photo from last year's tree-trimming party. Bottom image via Confetti Garden.

4 comments:

Nicole said...

What a beautiful piece, Shoko. I used to pick lilacs from our neighbors home to give to my Mom and I distinctly remember the sit-down we had to have about that one :) It's hard to understand why you can't just pick something pretty and share when you're that age.

Gil Dantas said...

Loved reading your post. There is something very honest about the way you describe things!

max said...

this is brilliant. again and again you find ways to write simply and beautifully.

Shoko said...

Thank you, guys!

Nicole, that's so cute! I love that :)

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