Always love your pieces featuring connections between food and memory, food and family, food and human connection, indeed, and introduce your words on a regular basis to my students of writing through the Los Angeles Public Library's wide-ranging literacy program---getting students Zooming in from Japan and Korea to Colorado and northern California. What a small and word-loving world it can be!!! (As you recall, I'm sure, you had graciously guested in the class and I hope to have the pleasure of hosting you again in the near future.)
Thank you for this today. Nov 25,2013 is the day we lost our oldest son in Brooklyn NY, where he had moved from CA just 2 years earlier to pursue his career in graphic design with NBC. These are our hardest months leading up to the day. The day comes as almost a relief-the days leading up are anxious. This piece is just perfect, thank you. I was asked yesterday to write a short tribute for my son for LiveOnNY, the organ donation organization who organized the donation of my sons organs many years ago. So-thank you again, it was the read I needed today. You seem to speak to my soul just as needed.
This resonated so deeply with me-- I listened to Speaking of Faith on weekend early mornings in a starter apartment in unfamiliar Minneapolis in my early 20s and listened to On Being in a sort of one-ear-tuned-in way in my late 30s with a baby on my hip and during the last year have been so thirsty for it: for the conversations and the poetry and the thinking that stops me in my tracks. Thank you for bringing out the critical yeastiness.
Always love your pieces featuring connections between food and memory, food and family, food and human connection, indeed, and introduce your words on a regular basis to my students of writing through the Los Angeles Public Library's wide-ranging literacy program---getting students Zooming in from Japan and Korea to Colorado and northern California. What a small and word-loving world it can be!!! (As you recall, I'm sure, you had graciously guested in the class and I hope to have the pleasure of hosting you again in the near future.)
Thank you for this today. Nov 25,2013 is the day we lost our oldest son in Brooklyn NY, where he had moved from CA just 2 years earlier to pursue his career in graphic design with NBC. These are our hardest months leading up to the day. The day comes as almost a relief-the days leading up are anxious. This piece is just perfect, thank you. I was asked yesterday to write a short tribute for my son for LiveOnNY, the organ donation organization who organized the donation of my sons organs many years ago. So-thank you again, it was the read I needed today. You seem to speak to my soul just as needed.
Grief work is such important work. Thank you for this.
This resonated so deeply with me-- I listened to Speaking of Faith on weekend early mornings in a starter apartment in unfamiliar Minneapolis in my early 20s and listened to On Being in a sort of one-ear-tuned-in way in my late 30s with a baby on my hip and during the last year have been so thirsty for it: for the conversations and the poetry and the thinking that stops me in my tracks. Thank you for bringing out the critical yeastiness.
This is so beautiful and nurturing, thank you.
So thankful for this speaking out against a culture too busy for grief. If we’re not living for life and death, then for what?