For the past two days, I have wanted to stay in my bedroom to read and watch DVDs.  Or Netflix.

It has been a very emotional week, and I don’t want to get into it…I went to FB this morning and was stunned by the venom I saw there.  Mostly from the winners’ circle, which surprised me.  Or maybe not.

Anyway, this post is not about politics…it’s about pulling up my Big Girl Pants and moving on.  So…I didn’t stay in bed, but came into my office, after making my coffee…and started reading, while visiting blogs, checking e-mails, etc.

Reading is one way I can move beyond the disappointments and worry, so I am alternating between two books right now:

Rosemary:  The Hidden Kennedy Daughter, by Kate Clifford Larson, is a story of the most prominent American family of the twentieth century, and the daughter they secreted away…





Then, while waiting for my computer to update some drivers (a task I tend to put off because it takes so long!), I started reading:

Results May Vary, by Bethany Chase, a wise and delightfully relatable novel about a woman’s journey to rebuild her life, and her heart, after a stunning betrayal.





Earlier in the week, I made a list of books that I need to start reading soon.  I want to catch up on my TBR books before it’s time to start reading my NetGalley review books to be released between January and February.

The above books were on that list….and so is ROOM, which I’ve been pondering for a while.  Having seen and loved the movie, I feel as though I already know what the book will reveal…but I should still read it.  Right?





So…what do you enjoy doing when you are trying to “move on” from whatever is troubling you?  Does the reading help?





When I was poking around among my photo files, I found these and made a collage.  On the left, there I am, Rain in all her messiness.  My mother always sent me off to school with perfectly groomed hair and I always managed to mess it up by picture time.

On the right, my two “twin” granddaughters, Fiona and Aubrey, both born in February 1997, were seven here.  And not at all worried about their hair or clothes.  How far we have come!

That snow weekend in Big Bear was so much fun.  I loved capturing the moments, and adored this cabin owned by my son Brett.




He later sold it, but we still have the photos and the memories.


Here’s a shot of my mother and me at about age four, I think.


lrs and mother


When I was very young, she still controlled my appearance to some extent.  Less messy, but not as stiff and formal as her photo.


Perhaps my trip down memory lane today has something to do with books recently read, both spotlighting an era all too familiar to me:  the forties and fifties.

Pain, Parties, Work, is about Sylvia Plath during one pivotal summer.




And The Unwitting, by Ellen Feldman, also spotlights that time period.




Our story begins on November 22, 1963, when we meet Charlie and Nell Benjamin, poised for an ordinary day, living the writer’s life in Manhattan. But nothing about this day would be ordinary. Grief, both the country’s grief and her own, would overwhelm Nell for the foreseeable future.


I am happily moving on to lighter fare with today’s read, Katwalk, by Maria Murnane, the story of a young woman approaching thirty, read to cast aside the staid life of an accountant for adventures in Manhattan.




Do you like to revisit the past?  And afterwards, are you compelled to move forward?  How do you mix things up?







Lily and Leon Gold are at a critical point in their marriage. Leon has retired, their son has left the nest, and Lily finds herself feeling stifled and frustrated by her very existence.

She thinks a job might just do the trick. But when she begins working at Walter’s antique store, she discovers so much more. She resumes her art history studies and realizes that she has the knowledge and knack for the business. But Walter seems stuck and resistant to her proposal to move the shop to an old house in an area undergoing gentrification.

Leon is also stubbornly refusing to part with any cash to help Lily create her dream.

So what can Lily do? Desperation is the mother of creativity in this situation, and the unique ways that Lily, and eventually Walter, begin to formulate their plan for Lily Gold’s Renaissance, a store for vendors and their wares, are signs of how one can achieve any dream with enough persistence and ingenuity.

Lily Steps Out is a delightful tale of one woman’s journey to finding herself and escaping her husband’s tyrannical control. Along the way, she also discovers that sometimes you have to let go in order to move on. It took a while for me to get into this story, as the beginning plodded along a bit, but once Lily “stepped out,” I was rooting for her. 4.0 stars.