Welcome to Litsy!

1.Worst picture of me ever, with hubby and grandson at jazz band concert.
2.Two puzzles son sent for my birthday. Bottom one is a booknook, a tiny dollhouse kind of thing.
3.Watching Day of the Jackal on Peacock, great show!
4.Frosted lemon cookies from daughter, note 2 are missing.
5.First snow yesterday was beautiful, now melted.

#5JoysFriday. @DebinHawaii

This was a lovely meditation on memory, aging, and grief. My April #BookSpin pick, it was timely as my mom passed away at the beginning of April. I found so much that was relatable as L‘Engle reflected on her mother‘s decline and eventual passing. The family memories she narrates are lovely—some sweet, some impressive, and some hilarious—something I found true of my own mother as family & friends shared memories of her over the past couple months.

“One morning at breakfast Ida and Edna had a quarrel [that]…grew so heated that Ida threw a glass of water across the table at Edna. Edna rose, dripping, stalked into the music room, sat down at the piano and played and sang, loudly and nasally, “_Jesus_ loves me, this I know…”
This scene delights me so much that I‘ve put versions of it into almost every book I‘ve written, and have had, with reluctance, to delete it.”

“But God, if he is God, if he is worth believing in, is a loving God who will not abandon or forget the smallest atom of his creation. And that includes… everybody, everybody without exception.”

“I‘m much more use to family and friends when I‘m not physically and spiritually depleted than when I spend my energies as though they were unlimited. They are not. The time at the typewriter and the time at the brook refresh me and put me into a much more workable perspective.”