Remember those long, drowsy Sundays of your youth? Remember how you used to curl into a favorite chair and read until either the book was done, or you’d dozed off and dreamt yourself into the world of the characters you’d just met? Remember the piano lessons, the modern dance or ballet classes?
I love these essays. They resonate so deeply and I find so many interesting insights each time I read. Finding a connection from our own Peter Pan-like desire to never grow up to the money that so often drives joy out of the things we think we love to publishing's narrowing focus and "platform" obsession. Art is joy if only we can find a way to the heart of it.
Right on! Yes to all of this. I’m with you on t’s. Milwaukie made it a thing for awhile. It’s what caught my eye on your social media and lead me to your stories. “Never too late to have a happy childhood.” Oh yeah!
I love these essays. They resonate so deeply and I find so many interesting insights each time I read. Finding a connection from our own Peter Pan-like desire to never grow up to the money that so often drives joy out of the things we think we love to publishing's narrowing focus and "platform" obsession. Art is joy if only we can find a way to the heart of it.
Right on! Yes to all of this. I’m with you on t’s. Milwaukie made it a thing for awhile. It’s what caught my eye on your social media and lead me to your stories. “Never too late to have a happy childhood.” Oh yeah!