Nora Goes Off Script

It should come as no surprise that I am a reader who likes a book with a happy ending. (You did read my post last month titled, “The Need for Romance Novels,” didn’t you? If you missed it, click here to check it out.)

So it really should come as no surprise that I thoroughly enjoyed reading Annabel Monaghan’s novel Nora Goes Off Script. Yes, it’s a romance. But it’s also more than a romance. I just couldn’t help but root for Nora, and I couldn’t help but see bits of myself in her — she has a weekly meal plan (Tuesday Tacos, Friday Pasta) and so do I (Tostada Tuesday, Pasta Thursday). 

Here are just a few of my favorite bits:

“Pink ribbons, then orange creep up behind the wide-armed oak tree at the end of my lawn. The sun rises behind it differently every day. Some days it’s a solid bar of sherbet that rolls up like movie credits and fills the sky. Some days the light dapples through the leaves in a muted gray.”

“You live for your kids, and they live for you. There’s something almost sacred about what you have.”

“It’s possible that growing up watching the fantasy of this marriage is what makes writing romance movies so easy. My parents make me believe that some people really are made for each other and that a joyful, easy marriage is possible. Two people who love each other and are looking in the same direction can build a wonderful life.”

Also: this book was super popular last year. This year, the talk is about Ms. Monaghan’s most recent novel Same Time Next Summer. I have added it to my ever-growing want-to-read list.

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An Anniversary and a First

This photo was taken at the National Museum of American History.

Everyone has defining moments. Moments you may not realize are monumental when they’re happening. But later — days, weeks, months, or even years later — you look back at that moment, that significant event and see it for what it is — a distinct, neon-yellow line dividing your life into before and after.

Thirteen years ago, I woke up on a Sunday morning, but I couldn’t get out of bed. My left calf had ballooned, and I suddenly couldn’t do the thing I had done for years — stand up. Next came a visit to the emergency room, a hospitalization, and what would become the beginning of my life as a chronic illness patient. 

Last week, on the anniversary of that defining day, my family and I were on a summer trip visiting Washington, D.C. 

It was a vacation of firsts — the first time we had visited our nation’s capital, and the first time I rented a wheelchair for the duration of our stay.

As I told my son, I don’t know if all future trips will require use of a wheelchair. But this year, it was an absolute must. (I also requested wheelchair assistance in the airports.)

Initially, I didn’t think I would need a wheelchair at all. Then I thought I could just borrow one of the wheelchairs most museums have available for guests. Finally, I admitted the truth — my pain has been incredibly intense, my leg incredibly weak. If my family and I wanted to take this trip, I had to use a wheelchair.

There was one part of me that was heartbroken. All I could think of were the negatives — I’m 47 years old and, for this trip anyway, an ambulatory wheelchair user. My mind went down that scary, dark path — thinking ahead to future trips, picturing myself with increasingly limited mobility.

I made an effort to reframe how I thought about the facts — I’m 47 years old and not letting this chronic illness and my chronic pain stop me from living my life the way I want to live it. I wasn’t going to stay home because I needed a wheelchair. I adapted and figured out how to make this trip work for my body as it is now.

I don’t know. Maybe we’ll look back at this D.C. trip as one of those defining moments — the start of travel requiring a wheelchair. 

But maybe not. 

We’ll have to wait and see next year.

P.S. Lots more to come about this incredible trip. We spent 6 days, 5 nights away from home. We visited museums and memorials. We admired and appreciated. We listened and learned.  

Write For Your Life

I read for many reasons. To be entertained and inspired. To learn and grow and find comfort in someone else’s words.

I write for many reasons, too. Which is why I was curious to read Write For Your Life by Anna Quindlen.

While many people might not consider themselves writers, Ms. Quindlen believes everyone has a story worth writing down. I agree. 

In addition to Ms. Quindlen’s words, the book also has some writing-related quotes as well as some prompts for writing exercises. Here are some of my favorite bits from Write For Your Life:

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” — Anaïs Nin

“While you have to mentally re-create what happened on a phone call — ‘Did she really say that?’ — you can actually reread a text. But much of that tech prose online felt so spontaneous as to be slapdash, unexamined. It’s why people will often say, when reminded of an email or an online post, that they can’t really recall writing it. Every day, unthinkingly, our lives can slip through our fingers in a cascade of computer code. Texts are like footprints in sand. By evening the tide has come in, and we are left alone.”

“The urge to get it exactly right often stands between you and beginning. ‘Don’t get it right, get it written’ demands composition first, cleanup later. The paralysis of perfectionism is a terrible ailment that can seep into so much of our daily lives. In writing, what it leads to is an empty page, and an empty page is neither good nor bad. It’s nothing. Honestly, if the choice is between an imperfect something and nothing — well, that’s easy, isn’t it? Get it written. You can get it right later.”

“Something written by hand brings a singular human presence that the typewriter or the computer cannot confer. There’s plenty of good writing done that way, but when you simply glance at the page, it could be the work of anyone. But when you’ve written something by hand, the only person who could have done it is you. It’s unmistakable you wrote this, touched it, laid hands and eyes upon it. Something written by hand is a piece of your personality on paper. Typed words are not a fair swap for handwriting, for what is, in a way, a little relic of you.” 

“I’m not sure writing about things always makes us feel better, but perhaps it sometimes does make loss, tragedies, disappointments more actual. It can turn them into something with a clearer shape and form, and therefore make it possible to see them more deeply and clearly, and more usefully turn confusion and pain into understanding and perhaps reconciliation. On paper our greatest challenges become A Real Thing, in a world in which so much seems ephemeral and transitory.”

“Butt in chair. That’s the piece of direction I give to anyone and everyone who wants to write, who is thinking about writing, who is asking how it’s done, who is fearful of and intimidated by the act. It’s not poetic, and it doesn’t bespeak inspiration. What it does suggest is a way into what is not a mystery but a process, a way into the story of yourself.”

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A Look Back at Six Months of Books

Since it’s the first week of July, I thought now would be a good time to pause and take a look at some of my favorite reads from the first half of the year. 

January:  Katherine Center’s The Bodyguard. I LOVE Katherine Center’s books. When she publishes a novel, I know I’m going to purchase it. She writes books that make you feel. Books that make you laugh. Books that are about people who experience hard times and then find a way to get back up. Books that you know will all end up okay in the end. (Side note – Hello Stranger will be published next week on July 11th. I have already pre-ordered it!)

February:  At the end of February I started reading Claire Cook’s Walk the Talk, the fourth book in her The Wildwater Walking Club series. There’s something so pleasing, so reassuring about coming back to characters you know from previous books.

MarchEverything Happens for a Reason: And Other Lies I’ve Loved by Kate Bowler.  Ms. Bowler is … a force. Of grace. Of compassion. Of humor. Of authenticity. Of heart.

April:  Thank you to Tara Schuster and her first book, Buy Yourself the F*cking Lilies: And Other Rituals to Fix Your Life From Someone Who’s Been There. It was the book I needed to read and I didn’t know it. And now, her newest book — Glow in the F*cking Dark — sits on my bookcase, waiting for me; a gift from one of my closest friends.

May:  This Time Next Year by Sophie Cousens – a fun, super-enjoyable read! (I also recommend her novel Just Haven’t Met You Yet and in my to-be-read pile is her other novel  Before I Do.)

June:  I finished reading Braided by Beth Ricanati at the end of June. It’s a book I’m still thinking about. In fact, I admit to checking out a couple of videos on YouTube featuring Ms. Ricanati not just discussing her book, but baking challah at the same time. 

Readers, any books you’ve read during the first half of 2023 that you loved? Enjoyed? Learned from? Please share!!

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