He writes, “What you speak will always have the capacity to break you.”
My new JMW book finally arrived. Finally.
Give me a day. I’ll tell you how it goes.
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He writes, “What you speak will always have the capacity to break you.”
My new JMW book finally arrived. Finally.
Give me a day. I’ll tell you how it goes.
We met at the place that is becoming our place, even though she has been there with others. Perhaps it is their place, too.
And we consumed goodness (aka badness), but it was all goodness on this kind of night. There was internal cheering, a little external booing, and some mental high fives.
There are those who are their kind and there are some who are her kind. She is my kind.
Rachel: I believe in you.
Thank you for being my friend.
On this day, (kind of) a long time ago, my best friend was born of an Indian mother and Turkish father, in a place called Israel. Her life’s story has never been laid out for me in a way that I understand it fully; however, she lived for many years in a Kibbutz, and there were some years in Australia, and few in Georgia, and now Colorado.
Slowly she’s making her way around such places, spreading her magic, evolved philosophies, hungry mind, open arms, artfully crafted expressions, and well-toned muscles. She is a wonderful mother and a kind friend.
I wish her the best today. I wish her a year of good fortune. For her, I wish Vietnam or France or even New York. Any place where she can continue to grow bigger in spirit. Tzvia, most of all I wish you love in all of the forms it can possiibly take.
Happy Birthday, Girl. I love you very much.
So I was reading a magazine on the way into the city today, and I saw a review for this soon-to-be-released book:

Now, I’m not a Rebecca Wells fan (though I am not an un-fan, either. I’ve just never been interested in her kind of fiction.), but I do know that many people do enjoy her work, which is why I was excited to see the book’s cover.
Immediately I recognized the image as the work of this person, who I occasionally lurk on Flickr. Her ever-changing stream is fantastic, and I’m always especially taken by the photos of her gorgeous daughters. So my heart kind of startled, unexpectedly.
I don’t know her, but I feel very happy for her. Congrats, Stranger!