BioThe daughter of a Greek father and a Minnesotan mother, Eleni Gage has always been obsessed with cultural rituals and traditions. Martin's Press in winter, 2011. Her first novel,carrera, Other Waters details the life of Maya Das, an Indian-American psychiatrist who thinks that her family has been cursed, as she strives to build one identity between two cultures.
Eleni now lives in Miami Beach with her husband,ray ban, a Nicaraguan coffee trader. She picked her wedding date a year before meeting him,lunettes Louis Vuitton pas cher, with the help of an Indian astrologer who told her she'd marry a "soft-hearted businessman" on 10.10.10. This accurate prediction is one of the many events in Eleni's life that have confirmed her belief that Folklore and Mythology, with its focus on ritual,carrera pas cher, tradition, and divination, is by far the most useful major she could have chosen.
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A Christmas elf had the good sense to post said photos on Awkard Family Photos website, where they went viral,lunette oakley, getting the attention they so richly deserved. Reaction on the web has been swift, intense, and repetitive. People have been tweeting the photo along with captions including: "Wrong, wrong, wrong" and "Weird,lunette ray ban, weird, weird." But I think any Christmas card one that gets you talking, thinking, or best of all, laughing- oh,ray ban pas cher, so right.
My favorite thing to do in the wind-up to Christmas is to sit in my parents' tree-lit living room, inhaling the scent of pine needles and laughing at the holiday cards they've received. Often I'm laughing in joy at the photo of a wedding or a new baby,Lunettes De Soleil Chanel, or in mirth (they have one friend who draws amusing cartoons around his and his wife's heads, putting them in interesting predicaments like rushing downhill on sleds or floating in life preservers in the ocean. Another pal sent a photo of herself with Tony Soprano and the comment "Hanukah? Christmas? Kwanzaa? Fuhggedabout it."). But just as often I'm laughing in horror,Cartier pas cher, not so much at an awkward family photo (I'm not on the Santini's Christmas card list) but usually at the text parents write,lunette carrera, obliviously, and inadvertently,oakley pas cher, humiliating their children. One of my parents' friends described a family trip they took along with their married daughter and son-in-law and their other, single daughter. "Jenny sometimes felt like a fifth wheel, but it was a lovely vacation,prada lunette," they wrote,lunette ray ban, turning what I'm sure their daughter thought of as a nice, all-expense-paid trip with her family into an announcement to all that they saw their youngest daughter as a hopeless spinster. (Fear not; a few years later Santa dropped a card with a photo of Jenny's wedding down the chimney.)
I've read cards bragging about stellar SAT scores (a delight for proud parents, a nightmare for shy kids). But the worst text I've ever seen described a seventh-grade boy's multiple accomplishments and then added, "and yes, he has discovered girls."
Which leads me to the first rule of holiday card and newsletter writing, which I'd like to offer as a public service: Puberty has no place in your holiday newsletter. If you have a pre-teen,oakley, it is already all over your photos. Please,Lunettes De Soleil Chloe, do your sensitive child a favor and ignore any references to a social life and/or physical developments. This will not only save your relationship with your child,Gucci lunettes, it will spare me, the reader, from flashbacks to my own awkward years.
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While we're on the topic of body image, you should know that if I receive a photo of just your children, not you and your children, I'm going to assume it's because you don't want me to look at the card and see how much weight you've put on. (That's harsh, and not in the spirit of Christian charity and lovingkindness, but I'm telling it like it is.) Your kids are adorable, but you're the one I went to college with; I want to see your smiling face, too! Of course, this year, our own Christmas card features just the delightful baby Amal but that's because it's doubling as a birth announcement. And because I don't want you to see how much weight I've put on.
But the biggest faux pas you can make holiday cardwise, as far as I'm concerned, is not sending one at all. I LOVE getting regular mail (in fact, when I see old British TV shows or read Agatha Christie books and everyone's rushing to make the morning post so their note is delivered in the evening post, I feel the most delicious combination of envy and delight). I LOVE seeing photos of people I may not have seen all year, and hearing what they've been up to lately. I find vacation photos of places I haven't been to inspiring. But most of all I love the feeling of connection, the sense of human contact that comes from seeing handwriting, or tearing open an envelope someone else sealed, knowing it has news of a loved one. If it's beautiful, I get choked up. If it's somehow dishy or embarrassing I get an evil thrill.
To me, Christmas cards are better than Christmas gifts--they're always surprising, and you never worry that the giver spent too much on you, or have to feign liking something you can't use or will never wear. Opening a holiday card is opening a window onto someone else's life. When you receive a card, you know someone thought of you as they addressed it, just as you're thinking of them reading it. There's something magical about the power of mail like that, the way it makes the world feel a little bit smaller.
In the spirit of sharing, I'm including our own Awkward Family Photo, featuring a wailing child dressed as a turkey who fears she's about to be eaten by a grinning band of fire-worshippers. It's no leopard attacking an antelope; but maybe next year. In the meantime, I wish Mayor Santini the most feliz of navidades.
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