The holidays seem to be made for stories. Some are heartwarming remembrances of Christmas Eve spent reveling in the warmth of family, dancing around a Christmas tree lit with real candles. Yes, Scandinavian friends, I’m thinking of you. Some, like my family’s, involve telling the story of a long flight (following a long delay) on Christmas Eve where one really smart princeling made a really poor decision to eat airport sushi. At the end of that flight, we were met by a raging snowstorm that resulted in Christmas Eve dinner at a Hardees on the toll road rest stop with a night spent at a sort of questionable hotel, where Santa managed to find us in spite of everything. . . .
Our stories – or more importantly the way we tell our stories – help define us. The things we emphasize, the words we choose and the characters we create can make any story a sad tale of woe or tale of triumph in a less than perfect situation. Don’t misunderstand, there are some truly sad moments in these stories. But no epic is complete without that moment where the outcome hangs in the balance – that is what keeps us reading and writing and moving forward.
Kalliope is part of my story and I hope it will be part of yours. Lizzie is a happy scent for those moments when you want, or need, to bring a little spring to your step. Addie is sharp and complex – just the thing to send you out the door in the morning to write a tale of triumph.
And most important, take a moment to look around you and remember the story that is unfolding right in front of you today. Whether you are with family and friends, alone or alone in a crowd, you are the author of this story – so write it your way.
Wishing you all the very best of the season full of happy endings,