This weekend was our annual visit to Conway to celebrate the end of the year. I’ve got a post in my head that I want to write about the adaptability of traditions and the tension between ritual and new adventures. So, I will save details for that. But while I was gone, two great things happened. Both, enormous thrills. In fact you could say I can die now.
This was in response to a photograph of Grace reading Are You There Me, It’s Me Margaret? that I instagrammed (see below).
The second was when Rebecca Woolf, whose blog Girl’s Gone Child was one of the very first I read and who remains one of my all-time favorite writers here (and anywhere – her book, Rockabye: From Wild to Child, is marvelous) shared a post of mine. I didn’t know she read my work so it was a huge thrill to realize she was aware of this piece, and her immensely generous words brought tears to my eyes.
The truth is the last few days in my real-life world haven’t been the easiest, so it was a timely, salient reminder this weekend that this online world can bring kindness, light, and connection. I encourage you to visit and read Girl’s Gone Child if you don’t already. Rebecca is downright wonderful.
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