I finally gave up on yesterday’s blog–it simply wouldn’t post, no matter what I did.
I am a persistent ole cowgirl, but I finally decided it just wasn’t meant to be.
I wanted to tell you that I finished “Tate” and I will be revising for the rest of the week, then starting on “Garrett” next Monday.
I took a mental health day yesterday–read, painted a little, and napped a LOT.
I read Jennifer Lauck’s wonderful memoir, “Blackbird” (about 5 years after the rest of the world!) and was so taken with it that I ordered her second book, “Still Waters” and steamed right through it. I love memoirs, as I’ve probably mentioned before. Lauck spent a few years in Spokane, something I didn’t know before. I was so impressed by her courage, even as a young child–at one point, her stepmother simply dropped her off at a commune/homeless shelter, where she slept in a big room with all kinds of people crashing on bare mattresses and was expected to help out with meal preparation in order to earn her keep. Her age? Eleven.
She learned to take a bus to and from a church, where she was also expected to work, and got herself to and from school.
The strength of the human spirit constantly amazes and humbles me.
On the other hand, I’d love to get into the boxing ring with that stepmother. How in the world can anyone justify leaving an eleven year old child to fend for herself, and among strangers no less???
OK, I guess I’ve sounded off enough.
Children and animals are my cause–they are small, they are helpless, and they have so few rights.
God bless them all.