easter

As a child I was mad for Easter egg hunts and chocolate rabbits. Easter baskets were thrilling! My sister and I always got new, matching, dresses and the whole thing was darn enjoyable. Any significance beyond these marvelous things was completely beyond my ken. It still is.

When I was a teenager my best friend was Catholic. I remember her mother, Lorene, making the most fabulous Easter dinners, always making sure this day was among the very best of my year, my life. Gorgeous flower arrangements, turkey, ham, special drinks, unfailingly loving conversation, complete relief from the bummers of teendom. Still. Nothing.

I have no feeling whatever for Christianity... but if you do, I hope your holiday is as nice as the ones Lorene made. The world is too horrible to be that free and happy, but maybe we can try that hard to make a loving day of it anyway.