I lost a close friend this holiday season.
Another dear friend left some time ago, moving to Maine.
Our love of art fashioned both friendships.
We learned the art of docent-ing together.
Kathee’s daughter discovered a gift with my name on it.
Deidre’s present arrived in the mail the same day. Eight perfect biscotti, handmade.
A Gift-of-the-Magi-lump-in-my-throat moment.
My gift to Kathee sits wrapped under the tree. A comforter. Soft and warm.
I have no gift for Deidre.
Or not give.
Or not be able to give.
There is an art to the giving and receiving of gifts.