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November 30, 2006



This is beautiful, Beth, and rings true for me in so many ways.


Thinking of you.

Beautifal & moving conclusion to a very effective series. Good work.


Even within your personal description I find, as I usually do in your writing, my own experiences. Beautifully done.

Thank you so much for this series -- for sharing these stories.


This has been such a beautiful, interesting, heart-felt series of writings. Such a pleasure to look forward to every day; by no means always comfortable to read, though leavened with humour and observation and fascinating stories and variations in tone and shape. Really wonderful stuff. I'm very happy to have been able to read it. And to know you, Beth. And I hope you will do more with this, if not now, then in time, when it is less raw.

This reminds me of C.S. Lewis's A Grief Observed, which has always struck me as being his best because most honest work. Although grief itself isn't beautiful, there's something lovely about an honest portrayal of grief, the simple courage of looking & describing it somehow transforming it.


Merci pour ces beaux mots.

The best! It really is!

How fortunate we were...are - to have mothers and families like this. You have honored the memory of your mother here, and having done so, the pain will eventually be leavened by sweetness of memory. Thank you for sharing this with us.

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