Nine years of living with dying and raising three teens while working dawn to dusk. Slowly, I eased through it. Slowly, I developed a realization of my priorities, who I was, and where I belong. A world where handshakes are meaningless, love is a memory tear sliding down my cheek and death has become too-close of a companion. How could I keep going? Bird feathers, dolphins, a moon that brought me up short-these were the symbols that showed me the way. And gradually I attained a family, my family filled with love. Gradually, I acquired a confidence to move on and explore my new voice.
©2012 Kathryn H. Clark (P)2012 Kathryn H. Clark
I bought this book because I like the author's way of writing.
I bought this book because of its positive reviews.
But the adept writing can't overlook a narrator whose voice I can easily tune out, or an author whose obsessiveness causes her to invade her husband's privacy to obtain his medical information, or whose privilege enables her to send her daughter to boarding school, or her family to Greece to grieve and heal...
I don't discount her losses, but I honestly didn't like her much...
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