The Red Tent by Anita Diamant
I recently recommended this book to a friend and in doing so was reminded of what a rare gem it is. I don’t think I had read even a paragraph in before I was struck dumb by the smoothness of Diamant’s writing. I don’t know how else to explain it. It was like poetry, if prose could be poetry. It was like floating ribbons of words carrying you effortlessly along the rolls and swells of an engrossing story. I often found myself stopping to read a sentence two or three times over, just to enjoy the sound of it in my ear, the feel of it in my mouth.
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The Holidays flew by just as fast as I knew they would. And considering we’re already in the middle of January, the trend appears to be continuing into the new year. But before we get too far along, I wanted to share some photos from the Holidays. Read more…
In early December my Gramma Florrie passed away. She was 94 years old and my last living grandparent. She was kind, and generous, witty and loved her family. At her memorial service everyone was offered the chance to share a few memories about her. I can remember visits to her condo in New Jersey, telling jokes to one another and rolling with laughter. She usually told the same jokes to me over and over, and I am not sure if it’s because she liked them so much or because I kept requesting them. But either way, our laughter will always be one of my most lovely memories of her.
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