« Bonne Fête, Québec! | Main | Columbus Follow-Up »

June 25, 2006

Comments

The past is so near. My mother, as a child, knew of a family that held a damaged child in the attic, an open, dark secret.

Grief is such a singular experience, with unexpected contortions, especially when unexpressed.

Thank you for your Aunt Vera's story.

You have such a sure hand with narrative, everything dropping into place in its time. The way grief makes its quiet entrance here is really gripping.

I don't mean to say it's artificial. It's obviously heartfelt. But you make our hearts feel it as yours did, & that takes art.


Thank you, Zhoen and Dale.

Like Dale says! Wonderful way to honour and record family, and it must be rather difficult too when you are still in mourning yourself. I'm sure it's also a way to ease the grief as well when one reflects on memories of loved ones. Thank you for sharing.

Marja-Leena, there's a lot I still don't feel like writing about, and may never want to write about, but I do find that thinking back on my family is helpful. I'm not sure why or where it's going, but I trust the writing process to help me sort that out!

Beth - this is so good. And I agree that thinking back on the family is helpful.. I have certainly found it so.

The comments to this entry are closed.

My Photo

Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

MY SMALL PRESS