lately April has been communicating with me in mysterious ways. The first thing was this heavy, ordinary rock she found. I was busy and when she showed it to me, I said something like, uh huh, okay. She walked away looking glum. The next day while paying for a chai, I felt a lump in the bottom of my purse and pulled out the rock.
The next thing was the chalkboard we have hanging way out of her reach in the dining room. I walked down stairs one afternoon after she had gone up to her room and found the picture I had drawn erased and the word MOM written on it in big letters. Next to MOM was the word APRIL.
Then a few days after that, I opened the junk drawer and found this (pic above). Ponderous. She is out of town right now staying with Grandparents and I find myself walking into her room a lot, looking at her things and wondering what she is trying to tell me. Sometimes I get the feeling that she is mature far beyond her age, and intuitive like a wise, old woman.
Book Love: Books are very important to me. They come to me in mysterious ways, through used book stores, in small mountain towns and thrift stores and mailed packages from my sister in Idaho. I just finished Anne Lamott's All New People and it is so, so good. I have now read everything by her and cannot recommend her enough. The ghosts of the characters in this novel have been accompanying me all day, whispering their stories and urging me to find a new book.
Here is a sip of Anne Lamott:
"I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish."
