I’ve been a bad blogger lately, and if that isn’t enough, I’m now going to give you a roundup of blurbs. Perhaps I need to sell it better. Thought nuggets? At any rate, here are a bunch of things that I’ve considered blogging about but haven’t had the time.
* Let me profess my love for writer Pamela Colloff. Every time I start one of her pieces, I vow that I will read only the first few sentences and then save the rest for later. I never save it for later. The Reckoning is about a woman who was hit during the UT Tower shooting in 1966. She was nine months pregnant, and while she survived, her baby was stillborn. No one talked about her son. She never had the chance to grieve. And that one event shaped her entire life in some sad ways. The story is well worth your time, and though our society still has far to go when it comes to acknowledging stillbirth, we have seriously progressed since the 1960s.
* We took the kids to a pioneer festival over the weekend where they got to churn butter, make rag dolls and scrub clothes on a washboard. It made me yearn for a simpler life. People could really see the purpose of their labor back then. All of the work benefitted either the family or other people in town. That kind of life seems much more centered around relationships and service. But I wouldn’t go back. I really enjoy refrigeration. And Tylenol.
* Eleanor has wanted to talk about the election, which I want to fully support. Friends, what do I say about Donald Trump? In theory, elections are about choosing the person who you think is best able to tackle the country’s problems. I’ve told her that one of the candidates is a bully and calls people names, that if she ever behaved that way she would get into a lot of trouble. Would you let your children watch him on TV? I don’t think that I would. She wants to know how such a mean person can be considered for president. Ummm…
* On the opposite end of the spectrum, I have bought both “Between the World and Me” and “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,” and I’m looking forward to both of them. I’m on the last few pages of the final book of the Neapolitan Novels, and I’m frustrated with the choices that the characters are making. I guess it says something that I care so much, but I’m not sure that is an endorsement of the books.