There’s green in the flower bed by my front door.
I’m not a winter person. Winter hurts my eyes, I’m itchy, and I hate wearing more than three items of clothing at any given time. I blame my grandmother who was from Martinique. I’ve got island in me that is at war with these snow-capped mountains. Winter is always dark and dangerous and I have to take long baths to rid myself of the chill. This is ironic because my boyfriend is literally at his happiest and most productive while in the snow in a semi-refrigerated state. Not me. And this year my bummed outness is compounded on a global level.
I’ve been pretty vocal about how totally grossed out I am by the current state of affairs in government. I’m so sick of looking at old white men I want to vomit every time I see a new picture of Trump’s White House. I fight this, and the winter of my discontent with daily actions and a steady diet of TV shows, movies, music and books.
I’ve powered through The Leftovers (which is like the best show ever) and Santa Clarita Diet (which actually made me laugh a lot and plus Tim Olyphant). I read The Hillbilly Elegy (J.D. Vance), Born a Crime (Trevor Noah), Underwater (Marisa Reichardt), Vagina (Naomi Wolf), and Faithful (Alice Hoffman), which were all pretty damn amazing, and I blurbed for a hysterical first sex Forever sort of book called I Never which is a lot of fun and will be out soon. I watched Moonlight, La-La Land, The Hunt for the Wilderpeople, Lego Batman and 13th which were all extraordinary in their own ways. I also decided to spring for Apple music because when a person is as panicked and frozen as I have been, a person needs lots of choice (new favorites include Kflay, Cage the Elephant and Ladytron).
So I haven’t gotten to put my feet in the ocean in a while. It’s okay because art.
Speaking of, on my own front, I was included in a Barnes and Noble article, 7 Magical Realism Must-Reads You Want Right Now. I was asked to go to Little Rock, Arkansas for the Arkansas Literary Festival which I’m super excited for. I haven’t been to Little Rock since I was nineteen and driving around the country with my boyfriend. And a few of my brothers and sisters, my dad, and about fifteen of my VCFA graduating class are heading to Parnassus Books in Nashville on April 4 to be with me as I celebrate the launch of But Then I Came Back.
Not only that, but March is shaping up. I’ll be teaching again at Taos Academy which is one of the best things I did last semester, and I’ll be in Denver the last week of the month for some school visits.
I take all of these as signs that winter will be over soon and that it won’t feel like a fight every time I walk out the door. I take it as a sign that I, like the dirt, am thawing. I’m not too excited yet. My mountain town has a way of teasing.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter.
At this point I’ll take all the green I can get.
P.S. book goals for Feb 15-March 15:
Swing Time, Zadie Smith/ American Street, Ibi Zoboi/What Light, Jay Asher/History is all You Left Me, Adam Silvera/How to Make a Wish, Ashley Herring Blake (if the ARC EVER GETS HERE!)/Exit West, Mohsin Hamid