Paris Review - The Art of Fiction No. 208, Louise Erdrich
Wonderful interview with author of The Round House. This book literally knocked my socks off! The writing is so human. Of course my heart now aches. I want to read all of her work.
Friday, May 20, 2016
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
I will survive...
Picture 13, Giraffe, Melbourne Zoo
My friends and family came through for me. Roses and orchids, candy and THE camera. Cards, calls and a facial. My sister-in-law was nice enough to turn 65 two days after I did. So, it begins, year 65.
Peace Out, from Oprah magazine February 2016-
The last time I asked for help was...at the grocery store. I needed the last organic Sweet Creamer on the top shelf. I saw a woman ask a tall man to get her something off a top shelf. He saw me trying to reach my item. I said, "Help." He smiled and reached.
I could really use a break from...decluttering my house. I am not good at this. It causes me much anxiety. I keep packing stuff up to give away then returning it to the pile.
When I think of a calming place, I picture...Isabella. Our family camp, the hayfield behind the house there, the hammock, the birds...
My form of therapy is...reading a good book. I am transported. I have learned from the authors words to cherish the people in my life, to slow down and appreciate the present.
My friends and family came through for me. Roses and orchids, candy and THE camera. Cards, calls and a facial. My sister-in-law was nice enough to turn 65 two days after I did. So, it begins, year 65.
Peace Out, from Oprah magazine February 2016-
The last time I asked for help was...at the grocery store. I needed the last organic Sweet Creamer on the top shelf. I saw a woman ask a tall man to get her something off a top shelf. He saw me trying to reach my item. I said, "Help." He smiled and reached.
I could really use a break from...decluttering my house. I am not good at this. It causes me much anxiety. I keep packing stuff up to give away then returning it to the pile.
When I think of a calming place, I picture...Isabella. Our family camp, the hayfield behind the house there, the hammock, the birds...
My form of therapy is...reading a good book. I am transported. I have learned from the authors words to cherish the people in my life, to slow down and appreciate the present.
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