I have bought my plane tickets for Christmas. This is all very adult, both because I bought them in advance and because I’m actually going to fly this time, despite the little pile of neurosis I become around plane travel. (Before the advent of modern chemistry, I left little fingernail divots in the armrests each time we hit turbulence.) Like many people, I’m going home to see my family, to stay in the house where I spent much of my childhood, and to practice the traditions that have been a part of my life for a long time. The Highland Dragon’s Lady isn’t actually a holiday story, but it too is about going home and encountering the past; it’s about reunions, and how they both defy and highlight transformation. We leave the place where we came from, most of us. We go away, we change—and sometimes we don’t even know how deep or wide those changes are until we come back. The things and people we leave behind change too, of course, even if we don’t expect that change, or wan...
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