I enjoyed most of this Abigail. Thank you. A glimpse into your life is almost pulling back a curtain similar to many memories of my own. Guess it is a generational thing. You could publish again of your latest years cause you haven’t lost anything and even what you forget is as delightful as what you recall.
Thank you. That was the only book my pal Chuck didn't read, and I had no idea whether it was any good or not. But it's about being in my 80's, which I love to be.
You speak to my writer's heart. Bill's book sits on my shelf for eons now. I discovered your fabulous voice in the 90s I think. A writer friend who was younger by 12 years and had her own magazine column and was very pretty and lord I often hated to love her and loved to hate her. Anyway, she got a divorce and I bought Getting Over Tom for her birthday, guess what her ex's name was. I don't know if she liked your book but I did and have been tagging along behind you ever since. Get some writing done! With love that sleeps on rough ground and admiration too, Linda Clare at The Deep End
Heather's still a friend I love to be jealous of but I protect her since her oldest son was killed by police after he shot & killed 3 people in Colorado a few years back. She too is a wonderful deranged writer just like me, ha ha.
I love this piece…and why have I not read your memoirs? On it. Um, that photo of you is full of everything interesting and beautiful in the world. Words that go all the way across the page. My new mantra.
Well, WHAT a triumph!!! You have a haunting brilliance when you marry wisps of tender memory to flares of passion. As usual, I am in awe of your life and your product. You proved yourself wrong on one recent comment—You most assuredly can state a political position with admirable force and clarity. I am so very glad of you.
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Here's to "driving blind" and being spur of the moment. Safekeeping is among my favourite memoirs (the other favourites are mostly by you, too!). Love the characterful photo your daughter took.
Thank you. Spur of the moment, yeah. That was often a lot of fun. Now and then a small price to pay, but nothing that a bad poem couldn't cure. Or sometimes a good one. Thanks again, Wendy.
Abigail, you may forget some things but your brain is sharp enough to write words around the shape of absence.
And that word, the one not yet invented for he who shall not be named—that word is the color of bile. It sounds like a belch or a snore. The word smells of rot. Not clean rot like decay on a forest floor, but something far worse. Maybe you'll invent the word. Or maybe we're not ready. The world might choke on it. I have to get it out of my head now so I'll think of some nice words like petrichor and puppies and take myself off to bed.
This essay strikes me where so many of yours strike me, right in the middle where memory and fellow feeling come together. The way you wrap forgetting into your sentences and how you wandered into writing all those books. I've written many fewer, but I've been at it just as long. Please do continue to flourish!
Love this! All the meandering and bursts of thoughts. And the last paragraphs. Truer words have not been spoken.
Thank you. Meandering, such a good word. Bursts of thought, lovely. Thanks very much.
So nice of you.
Very Zen / Daoist. Letting one's words do the writing.
What a lovely thing to say. Thank you.
I enjoyed most of this Abigail. Thank you. A glimpse into your life is almost pulling back a curtain similar to many memories of my own. Guess it is a generational thing. You could publish again of your latest years cause you haven’t lost anything and even what you forget is as delightful as what you recall.
Do you have Still Life at Eighty? Wunderbar.
Thank you. That was the only book my pal Chuck didn't read, and I had no idea whether it was any good or not. But it's about being in my 80's, which I love to be.
You speak to my writer's heart. Bill's book sits on my shelf for eons now. I discovered your fabulous voice in the 90s I think. A writer friend who was younger by 12 years and had her own magazine column and was very pretty and lord I often hated to love her and loved to hate her. Anyway, she got a divorce and I bought Getting Over Tom for her birthday, guess what her ex's name was. I don't know if she liked your book but I did and have been tagging along behind you ever since. Get some writing done! With love that sleeps on rough ground and admiration too, Linda Clare at The Deep End
Remember Summers With Juliet? One of my favorite books in the world.
Oh, now I have to know her last name! And thank you very much.
Heather's still a friend I love to be jealous of but I protect her since her oldest son was killed by police after he shot & killed 3 people in Colorado a few years back. She too is a wonderful deranged writer just like me, ha ha.
Jesus Christ. Ungettoverable.
I love this piece…and why have I not read your memoirs? On it. Um, that photo of you is full of everything interesting and beautiful in the world. Words that go all the way across the page. My new mantra.
You have some reading to do. I guarantee you'll love every word. My personal favorite is Safekeeping. And then, A Three Dog Life. Enjoy. Savor. Bask.
thank you, Nan.
Thank you. My first memoir is caalled Safekeeping. After that, I was hooked. I love your new mantra. Thank you again.
Things forgotten, remembered, partially remembered lure me in, saturate me, and then the rude slap of Trump in our today—Gawd! I wish that away. Away!
Gorgeous writing, per usual, from you!
Thank you bery much.
Dear Abigail, you make the forgetting as beautiful as the remembering! Thank you dear lady whom I have never met. I need to find your books.
That's sawfully nice of you, thanks very much.
We hold space for each other as needed. Hard times. Here for you, Abby. You’ve done so much for me.
Thank you so much, Jeanne. So kind of you.
Well, WHAT a triumph!!! You have a haunting brilliance when you marry wisps of tender memory to flares of passion. As usual, I am in awe of your life and your product. You proved yourself wrong on one recent comment—You most assuredly can state a political position with admirable force and clarity. I am so very glad of you.
You are too nice.l Thank you, thank you.
Nope. Candid and correct. You are such a joy and wonder in my life.
Stunning. Thank you for writing and sharing. And I'm very glad you got to go four wheeling for a bit.
Thank you, me too. Four wheeling was pretty great.
I absolutely live for your fierce wisdom in my inbox. x
What a lovely thing to say. Thank you very much.
Hello hi friend ,trust you’re doing good? I’m a sci-fi fantasy, comic artist and character designer and I’m looking for commission.I work on graphic design,cover arts, Book cover,Logos,coloring,children books,romance scenes,pages & panel works and also Adult works.Can I show you my works?
Here's to "driving blind" and being spur of the moment. Safekeeping is among my favourite memoirs (the other favourites are mostly by you, too!). Love the characterful photo your daughter took.
Thank you. Spur of the moment, yeah. That was often a lot of fun. Now and then a small price to pay, but nothing that a bad poem couldn't cure. Or sometimes a good one. Thanks again, Wendy.
Stunningly essential.
Wonderful.
Cutting with whispers and hammers
To the core.
Thank you
Thanks very much.
Abigail, you may forget some things but your brain is sharp enough to write words around the shape of absence.
And that word, the one not yet invented for he who shall not be named—that word is the color of bile. It sounds like a belch or a snore. The word smells of rot. Not clean rot like decay on a forest floor, but something far worse. Maybe you'll invent the word. Or maybe we're not ready. The world might choke on it. I have to get it out of my head now so I'll think of some nice words like petrichor and puppies and take myself off to bed.
Puppies is a good word. Now I have to look up petrichor. Oh! My FAVORITE SMELL IN THE WORLD! THANK YOU FOR GIVING IT TO ME.
This was wonderful. And that picture! I loved it all.
Thank you, Mira. So glad you liked it.
Plain wonderful...
Thank you very much. Happy you liked it.
This essay strikes me where so many of yours strike me, right in the middle where memory and fellow feeling come together. The way you wrap forgetting into your sentences and how you wandered into writing all those books. I've written many fewer, but I've been at it just as long. Please do continue to flourish!
I hope you got my thank you, it isn't here.
I believe I saw it but I can't find where.