The color-coded book-sharing, the margins filling up with initials and quips — "the Flintstones version of today's comment thread, only nobody was an asshole" — I loved that. The staying, the talking after, the part where the book becomes something shared. And that question of word magic — how words written thousands of years ago still reach across and speak straight to you — is the whole reason some of us fell in love with language in the first place. This was a joy to read.
You brought back some great memories of hanging with my theater friends in a big house we rented. Oh, and when the phone rang on Sunday around 5 pm, everyone would announce in unison, "that's Barb's dad."
"A fractured narrative lets some light in, and even if the full reconciliation of all parts of being a person in a body is impossible, the effort is not; it is everything." I love this. Thank you for sharing the joy and meaning you found in such a special time in your life. We should all be so lucky to have a pocket of existence like this, shared with people like these.
The color-coded book-sharing, the margins filling up with initials and quips — "the Flintstones version of today's comment thread, only nobody was an asshole" — I loved that. The staying, the talking after, the part where the book becomes something shared. And that question of word magic — how words written thousands of years ago still reach across and speak straight to you — is the whole reason some of us fell in love with language in the first place. This was a joy to read.
You brought back some great memories of hanging with my theater friends in a big house we rented. Oh, and when the phone rang on Sunday around 5 pm, everyone would announce in unison, "that's Barb's dad."
Like a hit of pure oxygen.
"A fractured narrative lets some light in, and even if the full reconciliation of all parts of being a person in a body is impossible, the effort is not; it is everything." I love this. Thank you for sharing the joy and meaning you found in such a special time in your life. We should all be so lucky to have a pocket of existence like this, shared with people like these.
Beautifully written.