Someday Eli will ask me about this, and I want to write this while it’s still fresh. Here’s what it was like in our corner of the world on April 19.
This is just a story to say: one time I met a girl named Carrie. She was kind. And she died this week. The world is down a little kindness with her loss. So I’m going to work hard to be a little kinder to make up for it. To put a little more into the world of what was taken when she left.
Last night I took a Beginner’s Yoga class at South End Yoga, taught by my friend Kaitlin. She talked for a little bit about choices, about how yoga teaches us not to avoid reaction, but to know that each of our reactions are choices we make and to own them.
Getting out of bed in the winter, especially after the heavy sort of winter I’ve had, feels impossible even though I know better. But at this point it’s no longer a choice. I simply must lace up and go.
I love to read. I have always loved to read. My parents filled my room with books, read to me every night before bed, and read often themselves. My parents tell me that “Dr. Seuss’s ABCs” was the first book I read aloud myself, although there’s a good chance I just had it memorized from… Continue reading Why I’m Tweeting for Books