I can hardly excuse my absence with the reason that I slipped on the ice in my nearly ski-slope driveway and am now hobbling like a crone. But I say "ow ow ow" when I settle into my chair, so there's my excuse. Hardly a casualty of Snowmaggedon, but it got pretty cabin-feverish around here last week.
Could I call it "cabin-febrile?" Or, since we successfully taught Biscuit to fetch to keep ourselves busy, "Cabin-Feline?"
In other news; I visited a book club last week at the invitation of H., a pediatric nurse who knew my sister Sarah when Sarah was about seven or eight, and in H's care. H. taught my sister to give an IV, so that Sarah would understand the process. H is one very good nurse.
I visit book clubs often, and I love doing it. But there's something special and elemental about sharing your story and meeting new friends and talking, face to face, with someone who can confirm for you that your love for your story and your family is very real.
In more news, Prime Number is running a book review I wrote about a terrific essay collection by Curtis Smith.
And, if you're in Atlanta and haven't made it to TrueStory! yet, put the reading series on your calendar for March, and come say hi.
3 comments:
Ow! is right. You poor thing. (I slipped on ice three weeks ago and developed whiplash.)Congrats on the book club contribution and the published book review. Keep going, Woman!
How special to meet that nurse who took care of your sister! I can only imagine how validating that must have been! What does she say about your book? Did it bring back memories for her? Did she share anything you didn't already know?
Otherwise, I hope you're healing up OK.
Annette, I remembered her, and more so when I saw her. It was reassuring to have her tell me that she remembered Sarah much as a did.
As for healing, ow ow ow!
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