Start all the clocks, get on your Sunday best Let the dogs bark, let them wake us from our rest Strike up the organ, the choir shout Hurray! For He is risen, and is not where He lay. Pink-gloved daughters, sons in pastel ties Full of sugar, sticky fingers, high happy cries Scribble with crayons [...]
Easter was just another opportunity for me to feel oppressed and traumatized as a child. Like Halloween but with less publicizing of how terribly awkward my parents were — at least we didn’t have to hide in the basement from trick-or-treaters on Easter. My parents were your basic conscientious-pagan-tradition-abstainers. We didn’t get Easter bonnets or [...]