TOMORROW I am going to begin reading "Breath, Eyes, Memory" by Edwidge Danticat. Her book dedication page says "To the brave women of Haiti, grandmothers, mothers, aunts, sisters, cousins, daughters, and friends, on this shore and other shores. We have stumbled but we will not fall."
Danticat was born in Haiti in 1969 (one year before my daughter) and raised by her aunt. She reunited with her parents in the U.S. at age 12. Two years later she published her first writings.
I wonder how autobiographical this novel is? But don't tell me, if you already know. This book is going to be my "lunch" tomorrow. I have started working four 10-hour days a week. I intend to have lunches away from my computer - maybe a short walk and then some reading. (The photo of Danticat is from the traditionofexcellence. files.wordpress.)
Today was my first 10-hour day. I took a short cat nap when I got home because I didn't sleep that well last night. I'll bet I sleep tonight!
In keeping with my journaling on subjects dear to my heart and reminding myself I'm keeping this blog so I will remember the days of my life, I want to put this photo here. Granddaughter after granddaughter - which isn't a bad thing, *at all* - and now finally a little boy. Alex, who will you be? What will you do? How far will you travel on these little feet?
All the days of your life you will know happiness and you will know sadness. May they be in equal proportion, so you will realize and treasure the joy when it comes. All the days of your life you will know sweet and you will know sour. All the days of your life you will know boredom and you will know excitement; you will know disgust and pleasure; you will know praise and criticism. None of it will last forever, so either enjoy it, ignore it or learn from it - depending on what it offers you.
(I took the baby toes pic and the Mister took the one of me and the kids.)
These are happy days, and poignant days - wishing I could share them with those far away or those gone from this life of ours. We keep it churning along, though, don't we? - femminismo