Susan, thanks for leaving a note to let me know you were here. I so appreciate your words now reading my words 12 years ago. As I write you back, I’m sitting in Provincetown, MA, watching the sun set, my book resting in my lap. Stay well.

Same to you, Mireille!

Sarah, on the sappiness issue, I went back and forth. From being shocked that this was the same Katrina Kenison who trolled the literary journals for the absolute best stories of the year from which that year’s editor would choose the best of the best to being so touched that I could hardly see the pictures flashing by.

I also kept waiting for something horrible to be disclosed. Isn’t it revealing that an ode to the ordinary would suggest that something bad had happened?

I almost mentioned her son’s piano playing in the post then decided that was a nice reveal at the end.

And I agree. Kenison does read well.

Merry Christmas!

Lot of great and ordinary reading days for you and your family.

Linda, what drew me in were those first lines:

“You think the life you have right now is the only one there is, the one that’s going to last forever…”

And I did/do. I remember back to not being able to see over having to always go outside with the kids. How I could have thought that would last forever I don’t know. I’m probably doing the same thing right now. The trick, I guess, is to be in the moment and yet see beyond it, see it as a moment.

I didn’t know you have four sons; I have three : )

Peggy, it is close to home, isn’t it?

Hope, especially at this time of year, I needed that reminder about slowing down to enjoy the ordinary moments.

Running around like crazy catering to the needs and a tween and teen, it was helpful to be told to cherish the moments. My favorite years weren’t the baby/toddler ones. I seem to enjoy my children more with each coming year (if not all the driving!)

Kenison reads very well. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you for sharing this, Cynthia.