What’s Christmas Without Urgent Care?

Look over books, anthologies, and posts this time of year, and you’ll find heartwarming, tear-inducing, and awe-inspiring holiday stories. I applaud those writers. But (other than How the Grinch Stole Christmas) I’m not interested in picking up such pieces. They feel like installments on the Hallmark Channel. There’s an element of “real life” that’s always missing.

The holidays are messy. They fall apart. Things go wrong. (I mean, we’re talking gatherings of family) And – regardless of which you celebrate – the days can hold different meanings for different people.

Which is where this piece for The Memoirist came from: Bandages, Christmas, and the Number Ten.

I promise my usual blend of weird, non-traditional, and enough holiday spirit to throw “Christmas” into the title.

Author: Andria Kennedy

I speak the thoughts rattling around in my brain, sharing topics I think other people want and should hear (or are afraid to talk about themselves). I bring my personality and quirky state of mind to everything I write; serious topics shouldn't be devoid of humor. That includes my blog and freelance work (it's part of my charm). I've been writing for as long as I can remember. It's a source of solace and enjoyment for me. I'm lucky enough to call what I love to do my career - so it's NOT work! I live in Virginia with the Minions (three cats and a Greyhound) and my wonderful husband, who ensures I stay fed - no cereal for dinner - and as close to sane as I can get.

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