And finally found the courage to begin my novel days after losing my second, when I was 43. I explained I’d wanted to be a writer my entire life, but I quit writing at ten, when my parents split, and didn’t resume until I was 41, after I lost my first pregnancy. I went to coffee with a new writer friend (three lovely words, don’t you think?). I’m not sure I’m ready to let it go just yet, but now I accept that I have a choice. The Woman Hanging on the End of the Line slapped me in the face with the force of my own bitterness and rage at a few individuals who wronged and betrayed my husband and me and the price I’ve paid for that rage. Turns out that mutual friend was suffering, too, and now we’re able to move forward together. But I kept going and a few dozen pages later, you rewarded me with Write Like a Motherfucker, a statement I printed in Sharpie on a Post-It and pinned to my bulletin board.ĭudes in the Woods gave me a different way to think about friendship and I realized I needed to share a piece of knowledge about someone with a mutual friend-that it wasn’t gossip, but a search for the best way to help. I almost stopped reading after How Do You Get Unstuck-only the second Dear Sugar- about the woman suffering after her miscarriage and you sharing the horror stories of the young women you’d encountered as a youth advocate. I won’t complain that people often assume I’m several years younger than I am, but along with that assumption comes the presumption that I haven’t lived, haven’t experienced, don’t quite know or get or “Just wait until you’re my age …” This beautiful hair says “Yeah, baby. I can’t fathom trying to cover them up with chemicals. The strands are silvery white against my natural auburn. I checked the next morning at the same time, with the same intense sun pouring through the skylight. So maybe that gray has been there for a long time and it took the rays of sunshine through the skylight at just the right time to expose my new middle-aged reality. I’m crazy-nearsighted and in the months I’ve become a full-time writer, I have little reason to examine my face in the mirror I think I last wore mascara in October. ![]() This morning, however, my hair was streaked in silvery white strands. Now, my first gray hair appeared in 1999 when we bought our first house and I’ve had a few more here and there over the years, but they’ve always been curiosities, anomalies. On this achingly bright morning I was securing a hank of hair in a little clip when I noticed gray hairs. Duty calls.Ī bunch of shit happened in the three days I took to read your book. To read an entire book of advice column Q&A seemed about as necessary as professional football, with the same end result for this reader as for those players: heads bashing into unmovable objects.īut my book club selected it. Needy people, foolish people frustrate me. I don’t read advice columns as a matter of principle. A bunch of shit happened in the three days I took to read your book. To read an entire book of advice column Q&A seemed about as necessary as professional football, with the same end result for this reader as for those players: heads bashing into unmovable objects. Rich with humor, insight, compassion - and absolute honesty - this book is a balm for everything life throws our way.moreĭear Sugar, I didn’t want to read your book. Tiny Beautiful Things brings the best of Dear Sugar in one place and includes never-before-published columns and a new introduction by Steve Almond. Sugar - the once-anonymous online columnist at The Rumpus, now revealed as Cheryl Strayed, author of the bestselling memoir Wild - is the person thousands turn to for advice. Sugar - the once-anonymous online columnist at The Rumpus, now revealed as Cheryl Strayed, author of the bestselling memoir Wild - is the person thous Life can be hard: your lover cheats on you you lose a family member you can’t pay the bills - and it can be great: you've had the hottest sex of your life you get that plum job you muster the courage to write your novel. ![]() ![]() Life can be hard: your lover cheats on you you lose a family member you can’t pay the bills - and it can be great: you've had the hottest sex of your life you get that plum job you muster the courage to write your novel.
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