One of the things I love about your writing is how I can hear you talking, the tones and inflections, see you, watch your face and gestures, so to speak. Your writing is alive with you. But, because it is written, there are parts, maybe more personal, that I'm not familiar with, and I love those too.
I have never heard about Fianna, although I did know about your relationship with Bill and I remember him well. Can’t believe he’s still alive and never carried through on his continual threat to kill himself, usually in a dramatic way that would send a message. I forgot that you also lived at Sunrise. As close as I feel to your family, that whole period with the Emissaries is largely unknown to me, especially how it affected you, Toren and Lisle. Mostly I know what Cheryl and Mickey have told me, about their experiences. Once you all decamped to Arizona our lives went in very different directions, only to converge again years later when you all ended up back in the Washington-Oregon area. I am so grateful for being near each other again, both geographically and technologically (even though auto-correct doesn’t like that last word!!)
Compelling story Sandy, told with just the right reserve of pathos, to lead us into your shared grief. The entwined threads of the crazy boyfriend, loyal dog, and your struggle for innocence, are with me on this gray December day. Thank you.
One of the things I love about your writing is how I can hear you talking, the tones and inflections, see you, watch your face and gestures, so to speak. Your writing is alive with you. But, because it is written, there are parts, maybe more personal, that I'm not familiar with, and I love those too.
I have never heard about Fianna, although I did know about your relationship with Bill and I remember him well. Can’t believe he’s still alive and never carried through on his continual threat to kill himself, usually in a dramatic way that would send a message. I forgot that you also lived at Sunrise. As close as I feel to your family, that whole period with the Emissaries is largely unknown to me, especially how it affected you, Toren and Lisle. Mostly I know what Cheryl and Mickey have told me, about their experiences. Once you all decamped to Arizona our lives went in very different directions, only to converge again years later when you all ended up back in the Washington-Oregon area. I am so grateful for being near each other again, both geographically and technologically (even though auto-correct doesn’t like that last word!!)
Compelling story Sandy, told with just the right reserve of pathos, to lead us into your shared grief. The entwined threads of the crazy boyfriend, loyal dog, and your struggle for innocence, are with me on this gray December day. Thank you.
Wow! You are a gifted writer. Sad but compelling story
Nancy—thank you so much for your encouraging comment!