This evening I went to
Village Books in Pacific Palisades to hear the author Myra Shapiro read from her memoir, “Four Sublets: Becoming a Poet in New York.”
This is a delicious, heartbreakingly honest book, so well written it feels like you’re on the journey of self-discovery with her. Hearing her read from it is a treat not to be missed if she comes to your town on tour, for she’s a terrific storyteller and she’s got a killer sense of humor. I highly recommend it to all moms, but also to anyone on a voyage of self-discovery. Sublime!
I know this author because she is the mother of 2 friends of mine, one a woman I went to college with almost 25 years ago and the other a woman I’ve worked with much more recently, but I also know this author because she is a mother who, when her children were grown, began to live her life on her own terms, for herself.
I don’t have children going off to college. No, quite the opposite: my youngest just started Kindergarten for god’s sake. But I share with her the longing for an outlet for my self that I think any mother can.
What I have at my disposal, that Myra Shapiro did not, is this blog, and the entire virtual world it inhabits, that are, for me, that outlet on a small scale. It is a different era, and I am truly grateful to be in it.
I won’t be moving to New York to take poetry workshops any time soon, for many reasons, but because I can blog like this when I want to and when I need to, I probably won’t want to move away when my kids do go off to school.
I only hope that I can come close to being as good a writer as she is by then. And that I can keep my sense of humor.
An original post by Sarah Auerswald.