Living my life as an 80 year-old, I\u2019m changing a few things. I don\u2019t have the strength and endurance I had. I FEEL it when my dog walk turns on an incline. It\u2019s slight, but I can tell instantly that I\u2019m walking uphill.
More prominently, my preferences in reading material has shifted toward the less challenging. Yes, I like the beautifully written prose. And my brain is tired too. It\u2019s like walking up a hill
High school freshman English class has my daughter reading House on Mango street. I have been avoiding that one for a while. It could be the perfect read for my weak mind.
The stories are like snapshots. Like a a box of photos from her childhood.
Some stories–some books\u2014have a long wave of a story. An arc.
Cisneros\u2019 book is like a life that is biopsied. She went into the long story of her childhood and took samples to examine.
It reminds me of Gertrude Stein\u2019s Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas in that way. Snippets. Like glimpsed between the fence slats to the backyards I walk past. The words. The sentences.
What is it I\u2019m seeing? I can\u2019t quite see it but I kinda do see all of it.
I see why they have the kids read it. It\u2019s very bite sized for teenagers.
And just enough for my worn out head.
I can\u2019t see the whole picture right now. But maybe I kinda do see all of it.
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Living my life as an 80 year-old, I\u2019m changing a few things. I don\u2019t have the strength and endurance I had. I FEEL it when my dog walk turns on an incline. It\u2019s slight, but I can tell instantly that … Continue reading