
Right after I had my second-born, in 1972, I began to read Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. As I held my sweet baby safely in my arms, I could not read about massacres and atrocities, and other mothers, even so long ago, losing their babies to what needn't have been. A book that needed to be written, but to this day, I have not reopened it.

Reading Forty Chances: Finding Hope In a Hungry World by Howard Buffet. I am skimmming this book because it contains more info than I can ingest, yet, once again I am struck by the wisdom of Warren Buffet, who never handed his kids their future. Finding his own way, Howard Buffet has become a voice for the least and the last.
Well, what can I say? After seeing my dad pass through my bedroom moments after he died, I have continued to seek more news about the afterlife. And, now, unlike what feels like rubber stamp books, a scientist, a skeptic until his own transportation into the heavenly rhealm, author Eben Alexander, has brought me something more to chew on. A fascinating account of a brain surgeon's death experience and life transformation.

There is always a hint of something magical within
Alice Hoffman's writings. I first became acquainted with her through Turtle Moon. Practical Magic remains one of my favorites, and I love the adaptation to the screen.

I am reading The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls - actually, I should say listening - and I am fascinated. I find myself thinking about it during the day and finding it hard to wait until bedtime to get back to it. Some of it I have listened to twice because it is so full of thoughts and feelings that I have experienced but could not, for whatever reasons, articulate, and I'm only into chapter 4! Something horrible has happened at Thea's home in Florida, something that has been the catalyst for her attendance at the camp, but I will not know what for a long spell, I imagine.

I am reading Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand. I have hardly made a dent but it is compelling reading, none-the-less. I am listening to Finger-Lickin' Fifteen, as well. Whoa! What a mix! Love that Evanovich!

I've always loved short stories, therefore when I picked up one of my favorite authors - Elizabeth Berg - and found The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted is a book of short stories, I could hardly wait to get started. Last night I fell asleep laughing at the title story. I don't know what the rest may bring, but, for sure, it will give me much to think about and enjoy.
The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted: And Other Small Acts of Liberation