These days we are watching Louie. I love the brilliance of this show. It’s surprising, strange, thoughtful, self-aware, offensive, funny, poignant … I recently heard Emily Nussbaum, the television critic for The New Yorker, say it is a show we don’t yet know how to watch.
I just started Ian McEwan’s Atonement.
I recently finished an ARC for a book I hope to write more about in a bigger way, After Birth by Elisa Albert. It is a fictional story about the social exile that many women experience in motherhood. It really resonated with me.
Baby food for Little O. Ice cream for me. Stories, when I can.
Like maybe I’m on the brink of something new.
A trip to Vermont, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts to hike and explore and visit with many family and friends.
Ice cream. Fireworks. Summer walks with friends. Little O’s smile and the sound of his laughter. He thinks the broom is very funny, even if I don’t find sweeping very amusing. After thinking about various manuscripts over the years and the moment of knowing you must walk away from them…I began singing Kenny Roger’s ‘The Gambler’ out loud (you’ve got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run) and Little O now thinks that is the most hilarious thing he has ever heard.