Phew. Where has the week gone? I’ve been trying to finish this post for days and days. Swamped I tell you, with the regular routine, an essay for a book Power of Moms is putting out, some editing for Segullah, a party to plan for two little girls about to turn four, a husband who is working late nights (miss him I do) and well, I’m just tired.
Madeleine L’Engle called her thirties “the tired thirties.” She just couldn’t shake it. Boy, do I find that comforting. Even wise, ardent, articulate Madeleine felt tired during this decade. So it’s after 10 PM and I am tired but determined to finish this post!
Paul Sweeney said, “You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.”
Yes, that’s the sign of a good book. I like to lose myself in other people’s minds, visit new places, learn something new, drink words. Words matter, and good words that let the light in, help me think, feel – they take me to the brink and back. And who doesn’t love a good story?
Longfellow put it fondly, “The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, and all the sweet serenity of books.”
So here’s what I’ve been unable to put down the last few weeks.