Fake grass in baskets. A rainbow’s assortment of colored eggs. Chocolate bunnies and chocolate eggs and chocolate kisses. Lots of chocolate latent with fertility. Peeps in their crusted sugary goodness, but keep in mind as Maddie found out that roasting a peep over a fire can be hazardous, yet pretty as the sugar ignites and pops in wavering flames like electricity. I don’t tell her roasting a peep on a stick reminds me of heretics burning. So much for resurrection.
Here is an essay I wrote about some Easters I knew.
Stay safe, everybody, have a good weekend and spare the peeps the flames.
2 Replies to “Portrait of an Artist as a Single Dad – Easter”
I love that essay. You sent it my way a few years back.
Happy Easter, brotha.
Happy Easter to you too. Thanks for the shout out and thanks for reading it again.