Dear Future Readers, I can’t wait to share the whole novel with you, but here’s a tidbit Chapter 3: Love is an enigma, but marriage is serious business. Girls can only leave home when they marry. This is well known. Any girl or young woman who does otherwise is, of course, ruined. Before marriage girls have to wait somewhere between bliss and hell. All girls. Prem and the raggedy girl who once loved her included. There hadn’t been many cozy spots for Prem between hell and bliss in the village in 1914, in the days before all the marrying started,…
“These are a few of my favorite things!” For a thing of beauty is a joy forever!
so this lovely young man gave me much advice about clambering out of the swimming hole in McKinney Park after he’d failed to bear me out of the water on his golden, sloping shoulders. And I told him my son might have been able to and he said, ‘where’s your son?’ And I said he’s at home, and he said, ‘so he’s with a babysitter, is he?’ And I said ‘no he’s a teenager.’ And my gentle gallant said, ‘Uggh, teenagers are the worst nightmare in the world.’ And we commiserated and shared stories.
Today I’m having to look at grieving again. It’s my mother’s birthday and one other thing. How do we know when to let go and when to hold on? I talk to my #mother inside my head sometimes. But I can’t hear what she’s saying so I have to make it up.
Give Life a Chance? The other day a well-meaning person told me not to go to #Walmart. It was a day after another mindless, ghastly shooting in #ElPaso. Here’s where I would say we can’t go. We can’t go to schools. We can’t go to colleges. We can’t go to church or mosque or temple or synagogue. We can’t go to airports. We can’t go to bus stations. We can’t go to grocery stores. We can’t go to government offices. In truth, we can’t go anywhere. We might get shot anywhere we go. Because the #NRA will not let #guncontrol…
When you and your child spread out and away, it’s like a break-up. When your child doesn’t know what they want, it’s heartbreak.