A decade ago, I read an essay called The Love of My Life. Theres a certain kind of mom, a certain kind of daughter, a certain kind of loss. I missed my own mom fiercely and no one had articulated my unrelenting and constant missing the way this author had--so I sent her an email. When I went to Portland to read from my first novel, we had dinner with the author and her husband. Immediately bonded, we spent the next night at their home, cooing over their new baby boy Carver, eating Indian food, and telling stories. Now, ten years later, David and I are off to the premiere of Cheryl Strayeds WILD. Were so excited to be able to share this evening with Cheryl and her family.
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 18:52:14 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015