Okay, Edna. Just relax, maybe you’re just having a nightmare or something. Let’s just retrace how we got here . Edna Beezler tried to remember how she got to the unnerving sight before her.       Winter was her favorite time to take walks, as the soft snowfall put her mind at ease when she needed some time to simply think. The calming atmosphere was disrupted by a buzzing in her ears, and the snow began to fiercely pick up. Once the flash blizzard subsided and her vision was

Every kid has two types of parents for Christmas. Those who try to pretend there is Santa and those who would give it to them straight(Fun Fact: Did you know Santa was inspired by Saint Nicolas?). My parents were the first example. However, it did not take long before I found out on my own. I remember that once I stayed up to catch the supposed fat man in red and caught my parents wrapping presents instead (Now that I think back, that was a better surprise. I would not have l

What is the word you think of when you think of Christmas? Is it the Christmas lights or the long lines at Target? As I grew up, all I could think about was presents. Let me tell you a story about this dad and his little boy. The father's name was David, and he grew up in Pomona, Los Angeles, with his mother who was tough on him. He was a knucklehead who always got in trouble all the way till his late 30s. Then he had a little boy. His name was Isaac. Isaac grew up with his d

The holidays were a one-Christmas-tree ordeal when I was a kid. My brothers would trudge through the dry snow in their bunny boots and snow shoes, I would trail behind, and together we would pick a tree, but the trees we chose were not plushy farm-grown varieties like the Douglas Fir, White Spruce, or Scotch Pine. No, the trees we picked grew in the woods around our house and had levels, like those tiered cookie trays at Christmas parties, and their branches didn’t arrange th

December is such a special month for me. Besides Christmas being around the corner and visiting my family in Mexico and getting to, once more, see the smiling faces of my great-grandparents, December is also my birthday month. It is a fitting birthday month for contemplation, as a new year is upon us, and I am inevitably contemplating the lessons and experiences of my life. I deem it to be a month filled with magic as the warmth and light of the sun falters, and we look for t

Tis the season for watching cheesy romantic movies where a spiritless big-town man moves to a small town where he falls in love with a small-town girl who believes in the spirit of Christmas. These movies all seem to focus on destroying the non-belief in the spirit of Christmas, leaving everyone jolly and reinspired to engage in capitalism. Many Christmas movies center on the trope where the responsibility of being Santa Claus is passed on to someone who is unwilling, so in t

In the morning I found you sleeping under the rosemary bush. In the afternoon you are hiding behind the mulberry tree, Tail wagging as you move between the sweet potatoes, cacti, and lemongrass. Waiting for me to throw your ducky so you can fetch it. Anapaula bathes you and brushes your coat. She untangles and snips off the knots in your fur. Together we towel you off and you shake yourself dry.  And you follow Anapaula into her car Off to your vet appointment. I heard you be

Passing the familiar countryside, with grapevines aligned in unison, becomes a blur of green as I drive. I can’t help but chuckle to myself for ever returning to this valley. It's been years since I left this place to go into the big city, working my dream job designing for the elite. Leaving was the only chance to experience the world beyond the grapevine. My younger self yearned for an opportunity to be something, watching businesswomen on TV wearing beautiful clothes, maki

Although the purpose of Thanksgiving is to reflect on and be thankful for the positives and the privileges one experiences in life, many people associate Thanksgiving with a time where one’s gluttony can overtake oneself in a socially-acceptable manner, stuffing one’s face with as much food as possible, having to unbutton one’s jeans to accommodate the new circumference, and then passing out in a food coma. Consequently, in this third issue of Delectable Discourse , where I a

I’m Lewis, I’m 18 years old, and judging by the tally marks, it's been a month since I’ve been here. I don’t know how I got here, and I...

I see everything from this window. I spend most days here. I watch the creatures below roam the streets and enter this building, but I...

I’ve never liked driving at night. The low visibility from the dark and the obnoxiously bright headlights of other drivers make me...