This Is Us

Gifts That Have Moved Me to Tears

Why creatives are richer than they realize

Courtney Christine Woods, LSW
Human Parts
Published in
4 min readDec 14, 2020

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Woman holding a wrapped present in her arms.
Photo: Kira auf der Heide/Unsplash

My friend Anne is an artist. Her specialty is rendering furry mammals from paper and pencil; she teaches her technique at a local art gallery. Anne has illustrated a few books and takes orders for pet portraiture, but her art hasn’t made her rich and famous. Even though, based on skill and my biased opinion, she absolutely should be.

I’m friends with Anne because she’s in my church-affiliated small group. We are a support group of eight folks varying in marital status, gender, sexual orientation, and adherence to any faith at all. Our oldest member is 83 and our youngest is 38. We call ourselves the Vigilantes of Love, because it’s quirky and risk-takey and sort of indescribable.

Kind of like us.

Kind of like love.

For Thanksgiving this year, since we couldn’t gather with our families or each other, we threw together a last-minute dish exchange. I spent my first six hours of the holiday mashing 10 pounds of potatoes and snapping five big bags of green beans. Vigilantes dropped by to swap for roasted veggies and pie.

Anne came to my door holding a plate of snickerdoodles and an envelope. “Open it,” she said.

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Courtney Christine Woods, LSW
Human Parts

Storyteller, social worker, solo parent. Fan of triads and alliteration. Believer that we’re all out here doing our best. Find me on FB @courtneycwrites