Me and Molly a month ago.
This evening, Molly went to live with God. Before the vet administered the final medication, I laid on the floor and cradled her and told her how much I loved her; how blessed I was to have her in my life and that she was a lucky girl… She was going to live with God… and Goldie and James. I tried to keep my voice light and positive.
I didn’t want to scare or alarm her, but when I said “James,” her head whipped around, and she looked me in the eyes and held my gaze. I know she understood. It took my breath away.
I’m excited about Plum Johnson’s They Left Us Everything, our next 1010 Park Place Book Club choice. I hope you loved it as much as I did.
In this award-winning book (that would make an amazing film à la The Family Stone), Johnson chronicles the process of caring for elderly parents, and emptying and selling the family home. As she sorts through her parents’ belongings, she explores the idea of family legacy, validity of memory and how much influence our family has on who we are as adults. She focuses particularly on her often contentious relationship with her mother, who was a larger-than-life Southern belle.
I asked Plum some questions about her book. If you have questions, she’ll be hanging out with us in the comments field and is happy to answer your questions. Continue Reading
The book, The Top Five Regrets of Dying, made me think about how I’m living my own life. Author, Bronnie Ware, was a nurse who spent eight years in palliative care. Her patients made a profound impact on her, sharing their regrets as they faced their last days.
When people reach the end of their lives, they don’t wish they had more money, possessions or achievements. They tend to reflect on what’s deep in their soul, regretting that self-sabotage got in the way of authentic living and wishing they’d worked less, not more.
Here are their top five regrets: Continue Reading
I attended a funeral for a cousin whose death came too early. She’d beaten breast cancer, twice, but years of smoking and living around heavy smokers finally took its toll. The experience reinforced my desire to spend eternity fertilizing the earth instead of being locked up in a box and forgotten. Continue Reading
I was fresh off my flight from London when I received the text, “I’m sorry. I won’t be coming to Johannesburg for another five days.”
I could feel my heartbeat increase, and the anger bubbled up through my insides so violently it made my throat constrict. I decided to wait until it subsided before replying. Continue Reading
I am now officially a New Yorker. I have moved in, scoped out the neighborhood and bought groceries to stock my kitchen in an apartment that’s mine. Looking back at the last two weeks, I realize all of the friendship and fan support that’s gotten me to this point, and I am grateful and amazed at the love and generosity of them all.
When I last left off, I was filling you in on my life with a story about “letting it go.” That was weeks ago while I was still living in Colorado and boy, did I let stuff go.
I giggled the first time he told me he loved me. “You can’t say that. You’re leaving,” was my insensitive reply.
“Just because our time together is short, doesn’t mean I can’t love you.” Continue Reading
I’m traveling, today, back to my hometown for a short visit. When I was in my thirties and forties, there was always a chance I’d see someone I knew from high school when I went back to Long Island. I’ve given up on that now because everyone I went to school with has moved to Florida all of a sudden.
I know because people are changing their statuses on Facebook in droves.
For part of 1932, my grandmother served oatmeal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the only food they could afford. When the Great Depression ended and life got more comfortable, she had a hard time relaxing. That’s the sweet way to say it. Continue Reading
I was back in my hometown for a funeral. On the plane, I realized I hadn’t packed shoes worthy of the occasion, so I pulled into the shoe store I’d frequented as a teenager. Continue Reading