Hi Carole, I dreamed of you last night. Someone was making a family video, and there was a rocky background maybe touristy like Viscaya with seats molded into the stone and you curled up in a seat-cave and recited a poem perhaps as if to remind me as if I'd need a reminder!
Maybe you came because I am reviewing the book "Tinkers" by Paul Harding today for a book club today and one of the question it asks is: what is memory and how do we preserve it, pass it down. A Pulitzer winner,
"Tinkers is about the legacy of consciousness and the porousness of identity from one generation the next. At once heartbreaking and life affirming, it is an elegiac meditation on love, loss, and the fierce beauty of nature."
Time and what it is not, the prose is exquisite. I cried and cried seeing you.
Maybe you came because I am reviewing the book "Tinkers" by Paul Harding today for a book club today and one of the question it asks is: what is memory and how do we preserve it, pass it down. A Pulitzer winner,
"Tinkers is about the legacy of consciousness and the porousness of identity from one generation the next. At once heartbreaking and life affirming, it is an elegiac meditation on love, loss, and the fierce beauty of nature."
Time and what it is not, the prose is exquisite. I cried and cried seeing you.
