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What do we unconsciously carry with us when we are named for someone else? An annual holiday inconvenience over a name most people associate with Christmas unfolds into a meditation on family, grief, resilience, and the women whose lives echo through the generations.

A once widespread custom that now exists only in the memories of those who remember, sitting up with the dead is perhaps a more humane way of handling loss. A childhood experience made it unmistakably clear that life in the South follows traditions both distinctive and deeply rooted.

Our most difficult and trying times leave us not knowing how to move forward, or if we even can. What will get us through?

Art is as intrinisic to life as the air that we breathe. It is a refuge we all seek, knowingly or not. Thank you to the artists.