Marjie, you write beautifully even as this was a sad read. Enjoy the quiet of the day as you watch the tide and go to a happy place in your mind for a while.
It's a bit hippie crunchy of me and yet to some degree I tend to think the greatest of us are saddled with the most shit because people like you can handle it while the others in your life would actually crumble into ruin if you were not there to help walk through the mess of life. It also shows what a fucking bad ass you are for not ending up walking off into the sunset.
I love this piece, Marjie. It’s full of passion, honesty, vulnerability, and light and dark. I love the line about the smell of summer filling the car. I’m so sorry about all those pains and losses and that we didn’t know each other then so that I could have done a little something to make it a little better. But we know each other now!
I enjoy and am inspired by your beautiful prose. Keep it up! I look forward to much more.
So many commenters more eloquent than I have stated what I feel, but can't express. I truly ache for the year you've had and I know that losing Nelly was a hard blow that continues to knock the wind from your sails. The good dogs do that. The plethora of other losses and betrayals seems so unjust. Selfishly, I'm glad you're still writing. Your talent is a gift to me.
Thank you for writing that, on so many levels. I don't think I can say the right thing here, but I want to if that counts. About part of it, I am able to say: I had a feeling there was something terribly wrong with the way things seemed to go; I didn't think you would just leave like that.....and you didn't. I really don't like, at this weird stage of my life, to have to recognize that even things which seemed reliable and meaningful can still be so fucked up; not to mention all of life's regular disasters and heartbreaking scenarios. I"m glad you wrote this, but sorry that you had to. Love.
I also had the good fortune of being blessed with fresh tomatoes this year after going way too long without them. Some of them made a wonderful addition to my pasta with a touch of herb vinaigrette. I used the last of them to mix up with some leftover hash browns for lunch. That plate of yours is tempting me to hop on a plane and fly across the country to meet for lunch!
2022 was definitely an interesting year. I call it my "reset" year as I had to pivot and reconsider most everything in my life.
I love a good raspberry tea, and make room for a pomegranate tea when I'm starting my Moonflow. Mango passionfruit sounds like it's worth a taste, especially with warmer weather fotecast to return to my neck of the woods.
If you haven't tried it already: a slice or two of tomato + cottage cheese + a hint of pepper on half a toasted bagel. So good!
Marjie, you write beautifully even as this was a sad read. Enjoy the quiet of the day as you watch the tide and go to a happy place in your mind for a while.
It's a bit hippie crunchy of me and yet to some degree I tend to think the greatest of us are saddled with the most shit because people like you can handle it while the others in your life would actually crumble into ruin if you were not there to help walk through the mess of life. It also shows what a fucking bad ass you are for not ending up walking off into the sunset.
When things are crazy, I often go for the irreverent humor of Christine Lavin. Here she is on lost things https://youtu.be/Ch993THMi4U?si=_es3FQbt7nJfKOJq
I love this piece, Marjie. It’s full of passion, honesty, vulnerability, and light and dark. I love the line about the smell of summer filling the car. I’m so sorry about all those pains and losses and that we didn’t know each other then so that I could have done a little something to make it a little better. But we know each other now!
I enjoy and am inspired by your beautiful prose. Keep it up! I look forward to much more.
So many commenters more eloquent than I have stated what I feel, but can't express. I truly ache for the year you've had and I know that losing Nelly was a hard blow that continues to knock the wind from your sails. The good dogs do that. The plethora of other losses and betrayals seems so unjust. Selfishly, I'm glad you're still writing. Your talent is a gift to me.
So sorry for your sorrows and so INSPIRED by your resilience.
Thank you for writing that, on so many levels. I don't think I can say the right thing here, but I want to if that counts. About part of it, I am able to say: I had a feeling there was something terribly wrong with the way things seemed to go; I didn't think you would just leave like that.....and you didn't. I really don't like, at this weird stage of my life, to have to recognize that even things which seemed reliable and meaningful can still be so fucked up; not to mention all of life's regular disasters and heartbreaking scenarios. I"m glad you wrote this, but sorry that you had to. Love.
I also had the good fortune of being blessed with fresh tomatoes this year after going way too long without them. Some of them made a wonderful addition to my pasta with a touch of herb vinaigrette. I used the last of them to mix up with some leftover hash browns for lunch. That plate of yours is tempting me to hop on a plane and fly across the country to meet for lunch!
2022 was definitely an interesting year. I call it my "reset" year as I had to pivot and reconsider most everything in my life.
I love a good raspberry tea, and make room for a pomegranate tea when I'm starting my Moonflow. Mango passionfruit sounds like it's worth a taste, especially with warmer weather fotecast to return to my neck of the woods.
If you haven't tried it already: a slice or two of tomato + cottage cheese + a hint of pepper on half a toasted bagel. So good!
More great writing and thanks for introducing me to Noah Kahan. I'd love to see a list of who you are listening to...
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