My faithful readers! I am back.
Brief word about my absence: Bladder cancer (don't get it). Cancer treatment. Great fatigue brought on by treatment plus greater fatigue by being allergic to Lipitor (a statin I'd been on for 19 years). I could do very little. Seems about 3-4% of patients can develop this reaction, the first pill or the thousandth. Seems I was among the latter. Anyway, I'm still recovering, in physical therapy to regain muscle tone and strength, but I do feel like writing again and getting my blog back up. BTW, my cancer is "cured," but will need to have another scope later in January. Oh, and I must also have hernia surgery. Yikes (don't get one, or two in my case)! RJ
Many critics speak about coming-of-age love, about initiation, about young libido, and so forth. I've never seen it only this way. We continue to examine things ever so minutely, we interpret obsessively. We may be less bold at forty than we were at seventeen, but we're familiar with the road map; we know the bumps in the road; we recognize the sudden turns, the one-way streets, and the dead ends. And we are hurt just the same as when we were teenagers. |
WEDS: A Writer's Wit | J. R. R. Tolkien
THURS: A Writer's Wit | Natalie Goldberg
FRI: My Book World | James McBride, The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store