The Christmas Cactus “There’s something wrong with this plant,” I say to no one in particular. I know that already, though. I’m a cacti serial killer. For whatever reason, my husband continues to buy them. I admire the faith he has in me. In my ability to nurture these delicate forms of life. I doContinue reading “The Christmas Cactus, The Poetry of Wine, and Other Seasonal Delights”