+ I first learned about Día de los Muertos from a student I had in class circa 1997. She had the most beautiful name, and I've often wondered what happened to her (she only lived in Montana for a year or two).
+ In the spectrum of how one might react to sugar skull imagery, I fall far on the side of "this is amazing" vs. "this is totally creepy."
+ Until last week, I totally missed that marigolds are associated with Día de los Muertos. Marigolds are one of my favorite flowers, and we all decided that when it comes to observing traditions not our own, it's a lot easier to decorate our home with marigolds than it is to eat a cake with a plastic baby tucked inside. (Even though Gracie is skating on three lifetimes of good luck based on the amount of plastic babies she almost bit into in Louisiana)
+ However, I totally missed that this was happening on Sunday and I'm a little heartbroken about it, because !! GAH. My camera is a little heartbroken, too.
+ What we did instead: watched The Book of Life, which was surprisingly really good—we liked it very much.
+ This essay came across my Facebook feed on Sunday night, and it presented a point of view that is well worth the time to read.