Hello Stranger

If you have read my blog for a while and followed me on Instagram, you know I’m a fan of Katherine Center’s novels. I have heard Ms. Center describe her books as stories of people who get knocked down, and find a way to get back up. I have also heard Ms. Center speak of the benefits of love stories and romance novels and happy endings. In one interview, she said readers can relax, knowing the two love interests will somehow find a way to be together at the end. As the writer, she will not have one character suddenly get hit by a bus at the end of the book. At the beginning of the book, it’s a possibility, but by the end things will work out. (In fact, the book’s Author’s Note is an absolute must-read.)

All that is true in terms of Katherine Center’s newest novel Hello Stranger

I found myself immediately liking Sadie, which meant there were a few nights I stayed up later than I anticipated, because I had to read one more chapter.

Here are some of the passages that spoke to me:

“Back home after that night in the hospital, nothing about my shack, or my life, or myself had ever felt less fantastic. It’s a disorienting thing to know there’s something wrong with you. It made everything about my life seem different. Worse. False. Like I’d been misunderstanding everything all along.”

“You are also your whole life story. And your sense of humor. And your homemade doughnut recipe. And your love for ghost stories. And the way you savor ocean breezes. And the appreciation you have for how the colors pink and orange go together.
You’re not just your face, is what I mean.”

“ ‘I’m just going to take a fake-it-til-ya-make-it approach.’ That’s what I’d been doing my whole life. ‘If I can’t be okay, I’ll seem okay.’
“ ‘Seeming okay and being okay are not the same thing.’
“ ‘Close enough.’
“ ‘In fact,’ she said, leaning in a little, ‘they might cancel each other out.’
“ ‘Are you saying I should just walk around wailing and weeping?’
“ ‘I’m saying,’ she said, ‘that it’s better to be real than fake.’
“I could have argued with her. But I had a feeling I’d lose.
“Dr. Nicole went on. ‘It might help people to know what’s going on with you. It might help them help you.’ “

“Maybe the best way to keep her with me was to embrace her spirit. To emulate her courage. To bring the warmth and love to the world that she always — fearlessly — had.
“She had loved us without reservation. She adored us wildly. And laughed. And danced. And soaked it all up — every atom of her life — every moment of her time.
“She felt it all. She lived it all.”

“It’s so strange to me now, looking back on that upside-down time in my life, how many good things came out of it. If you’d asked me at the time, I’d have told you everything was ruined forever.
“But of course the fact it was all so hard is part of what made things better.
“It forced me into therapy for a while, for one.
“It forced me to rethink what making art meant in my life.
“It forced me to reevaluate some ideas that I’d never questioned about who we all are and what it all means. Because things were so overwhelming, I had no choice but to accept some help. And then I found out that letting people help you isn’t so bad.”

“But I find the antidote to that is just keeping a sense of humor. And staying humble. And laughing a lot. And doubling down on smiling. We’re all just muddling through, after all. We’re all just doing the best we can. We’re all struggling with our struggles. Nobody has the answers. And everybody, deep down, is a little bit lost.”

“The more good things you look for, the more you find.”

A side note:  my Katherine Center fandom includes purchases from the shop on her website. Highly recommend!

These framed Katherine Center prints hang on the wall above my desk.

Please note: I am including a link to buy the book that I’m highlighting this week. If you use my link, I do make a small commission on your purchase at no additional cost to you. I am working with Bookshop.org which also sends a portion of the profit to support local, independent bookstores.

Left on Tenth

Left on Tenth: A Second Chance at Life is a powerful memoir written by Delia Ephron.

It’s easy to get caught up in her life, her story, and then feel a bit in-awe of being granted permission to come along for this roller-coaster of a ride. Incredible highs to despairing lows, and through it all — love and hope. 

Here are a few of my favorite passages:

“Writing taught me who I was, because your writing is your fingerprint. When I began to do it, I heard my own voice, my own observations, my own stories, my own gifts.” 

“I think about it all the time. Sometimes very consciously, and sometimes it’s just fluttering in the back of things. For me, that is the most stunning thing about remission — the glorious sense that I have been given back life coupled with the terrible fear that death is behind the next lamppost. This gift could be snuffed out at any moment.”

“… but my relationship to the world has changed. It’s as if I’ve been knocked on the head. I look the same, I think, although there is uncertainty in my reflection that wasn’t there before. Would anyone else notice that? I’m not sure. I am physically, mentally, and emotionally wobbly.”

“Over the years I have seen many people on Tenth Street with rollators and walkers. Old people. Sick people. I have felt sorry for them. I used to look away. I regret, am even appalled, by my previous lack of admiration and empathy. Now I am feeble and they are looking at me, or avoiding looking at me. I have to summon my nerve. I have to ‘own’ it. If you see my vulnerability, I force myself to think, well, I hope you respect my bravery.”

With transplants, he can follow his patients for years. He is very busy researching cures and saving lives, yet he finds time to read my novel Siracusa. He knows who I am. Not simply because he reengineered my bone marrow. He takes the trouble to know my brain and heart.”

“Everywhere I go, I get greeted with happiness and cheers for my bravery. It’s lovely but I don’t think I was brave. I was a captive on a no-exit journey. One way only. And, simply, I was fortunate that I didn’t die. I got my disease at a time of scientific discovery. I had great medicine and great love.”

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A Safe Space

“I foolishly thought having an autoimmune disease would be no big deal. I thought it was something that would fade into the background, behind more important things like my family and career. I thought Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Disease (UCTD) would be another footnote in my medical history, along the lines of my allergy to penicillin. I disclose my allergy any time it’s relevant, explain about the hives that develop, and when necessary, wear a hospital bracelet identifying “allergy.” But on a daily basis, my allergic reaction to penicillin isn’t a big deal. I don’t give it much thought. I assumed having UCTD would work the same way.

Wrong.”

The paragraphs above are excerpts from my personal essay, “A Safe Space.” And I’m proud to share “A Safe Space” has recently been published in Wishbone Words, Issue 11. You can access the issue by clicking here.  (Just a note – there is a slight fee to download the issue.)

Book Lovers Day!

Today, Wednesday, August 9th is Book Lovers Day! (It’s also known as National Book Lovers Day.)

To mark the occasion, I wanted to highlight just a few books which include the word “book” in their titles.

Of course the first book had to be Book Lovers by Emily Henry. Pure delight!

Zibby Owens, who may be the number one cheerleader for books and authors, wrote Bookends: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Literature

Allow me to share this paragraph:   

“The cracking open of a book’s spine has always been an exercise in self-discovery, healing, and fortification. That subtle whoosh when words spill out makes me salivate. Then the feel of the coarse pages under my fingertips delights my consciousness, the sudden sprinkling of syllables, the black-and-white letters in various patterns, coalescing to find their way directly to my heart. It’s magic.”

The Bookish Life of Nina Hill by Abbi Waxman was such a fun, pleasurable read.

The Little Book of Hygge: Danish Secrets to Happy Living by Meik Wiking provided some insight into why candles in our home, among other things, are so important to me.

The Book of Hope by Jane Goodall and Douglas Abrams is a powerful read with many passages that really stood out. 

Dear Readers, have you read any of these books? What book(s) would you add to this list? Let me know in the comments.

Please note: I am including links to buy the books that I’m highlighting this week. If you use my link, I do make a small commission on your purchase at no additional cost to you. I am working with Bookshop.org which also sends a portion of the profit to support local, independent bookstores.

An Unplanned Path

I am pleased to share that my personal essay, “An Unplanned Path,” has been published in the most recent issue of Cosmic Daffodil Journal. You can click here to read the essay in its entirety. (The theme was “NATURA,” and nonfiction submissions had a 300-500 word count limit.)

In addition, Cosmic Daffodil Journal has created a free e-book, which will soon be available for download on the website, so you can read all the fine pieces of writing included in NATURA