A Sarah Jost Easter
Easter with the Jost’s means one thing: chocolate. This year, the weeks leading up to the holiday involved a complex scavenger hunt for vegan Easter candy across Chicago, Vermont, New York, and the interwebs. With vegan Cadbury Eggs, chocolate bunnies, and Sweet and Sara Chicks & Bunnies ‘peeps’ safely secured, we could all finally relax. And by relax I mean bake a vegan lamb cake from our very old cast iron mould, colour vegan marshmallows with pretty sugars, make my grandma’s German potato salad, have an ‘egg’ hunt, and strategically place my vast collection of plush bunnies in creative tableaux throughout the house. A happy Easter it was!
A Margaret Hedderman Easter
This is the first year in a spell of… oh, say, five years, that I’ve been aware of Easter coming and going. I neither dressed up in a poofy, flowery dress nor busted out my GPS in search of bunny eggs. Because at the grand age of 25, I now know that brightly-coloured eggs and confetti don’t come from a rabbit’s butt. It wasn’t always so. In the hazy, golden years of my youth in Texas, I remember frolicking through the backyard with my Easter basket. Occasionally the bemused adults would guide me. ‘Did you look on that tree branch about four feet above your head?’ (No, why would I do that?) Then one year, after I’d been replaced by cuter children, the adults changed their attitude. ‘Margaret! What the hell are you doing? Put those eggs back in the poison ivy so the other kids can find them!’ And so my fascination with the holiday waned. These days, I’ll drink a pint to the Easter Bunny and secretly hope to find a chocolate egg in a tree. Because we all know chocolate eggs really come from squirrels.
A Geo Ong Easter
The Philadelphia 76ers came into Sunday’s game facing an 0-3 deficit, standing on the precipice of a series sweep by the formidable Miami Heat. The Sixers, however, played with fight the entire game, despite foul trouble for Andre Igoudala, Philly’s most versatile player and the only one capable of guarding the Heat’s LeBron James. In the end, heart won out, with nerves-of-steel three pointers from Philly’s Jrue Holiday and Lou Williams, and the 76ers live to play another game this season. The same can’t be said for the New York Knicks, who, despite a late surge inspired by unlikely hero Anthony Carter, were unable to force a game five in their series against the Boston Celtics. This letdown was followed thankfully by an exciting game between the Orlando Magic and the Atlanta Hawks. The normally three-point-savvy Magic couldn’t throw a pebble into the ocean, and the Hawks were able to take a commanding 3-1 lead going into Game Five in Orlando. And then the Lakers lost to the Hornets. I’d rather not talk about that one. Oh, by the way, does anyone know when Easter is this year?



oh, dear Margaret!
the loss of Easter dreams!
why do so many adults see that as a necessary rite of passage into boring trade-the-chocolate-for-the-booze grownupness?
luckily, there were no cuter smaller children to ruin the easters for my sibs and me.
my mum helped the bunny assemble the chocolate for our baskets until we took over in our 30′s. being fully acknowledged chocoholics was most likely preserved by our parents never having alcohol in the house. gotta let it out somewhere.
now we carry on the tradition.
show up at our address some easter and you will be treated in kind!