I know just the moment I backed away from updating my blog; I’d gotten no further from the NIH than the Dulles Airport when an update on my blood work from the visit popped up on my phone. There were five categories where my numbers were off. This was a dramatic made-for-blogging opportunity. I could create a post wherein I could freak out. My readers could freak out. I could then contact my doctor and collect information to put the off numbers into context and — BOOM! — that could be the next blog post. Yawn.
I will—I promise—resume this blog at some point. I’ve missed some real opportunities for reflection during this current dry spell. But I’ve been distracted. By the vicissitudes of chronic illness, yes, but also by the demands of my increasingly enthralling writing workshops.
Loyal followers, here is a link to a story that was first presented to me seventeen years ago in my workshop in Connecticut, and which has now been published by Adelaide Magazine. The Big Move is a spellbinding work by Maria Frangakis about a young Mexican girl who has the audacity to be curious. I know you will enjoy it.