Another gem from the wonderful Amy Ferris (whose groundbreaking book of essays, SHADES OF BLUE, by writers on depression, suicide and feeling blue has just launched.) I relate to that ‘fabulous sexy trio – shame, fear and guilt’ – that keep me from asking for what I need. Anyone else relate?
Tag: love
Throwback Thursday #TBT
Such a gorgeous time with Linda Novack at Aspen.
Simply gorgeous!
Simply gorgeous!
Joni Mitchell
Love this. I’ve sure never played my dulcimer like Joni Mitchell does here. Wow.
Amy Ferris
This woman. Amy Ferris: author of “Dancing at the Shame Prom,” “Marrying George Clooney,” “Shades of Blue,” etc. Wonderfully brave, life-changing books by a writer extraordinaire, a brilliant and fiercely kind writing teacher. And a crackup. Amy Ferris is a woman who lifts up other women and shines her bright, bright light on them. How lucky was I to take a writing workshop with her, where she asked if I had copies of my book with me. “No,” I said. “Get them,” she insisted. “Ask your husband to bring them over. Do it!” And so I did and he did and she made sure everyone at the workshop knew this was my book. How lucky am I learn about the generosity of this woman, Amy Ferris, and to have her shine her bright, bright light on my novel? Damn lucky. And I’m going to keep paying that forward. Thank you, wonderful and amazing Amy. Oh, how I love you.
Peaches, Tibor Gergely, and my mother
The peach orchard where I used to live in Fishkill, New York. Back in the day. B/W painted by dearest Tibor Gergely, legendary children’s book illustrator and honorary member of our family. Watercolor by artist Greta Schreyer, my mother. #peace #peaches #livingmydream #honoringthesetwoartists #family#missingthem
Seven Years Ago…
Seven years ago on April 6 at 1:14 PM, our exquisite Jazz (Jasmine Rue Seelig Sugerman) was born in a bathtub in Bali, delivered into the hands of magnificent Robin Lim, midwife to the babies of the world, one year later the CNN Hero of the Year. (Please see Yayasan Bumi Sehat.) I was honored to be in that bathroom when Jazz was born as Ibu Robin told my son, Evan, to speak to her so his voice would be the first she ever heard. Marcelle, her mama, was luminous with love for her baby. Marcelle’s mother, Miriam Seelig, was chanting Hebrew prayers. Candles were burning. The bathtub was filled with frangipani flowers. Through my tears, I saw the ghosts of my ancestors, lost in the Holocaust, gathered in the corner of the room, welcoming this new life with such great joy. I was lucky to be the third person to hold Jazz, as she still reminds me. Being a part of such a miracle is still, today, the most memorable moment of my life. In the coming days, Jazz was blessed with ceremonies and graced us with her beatific smile. Today, seven years later, she continues to grace us with her beauty, great love, kindness and hilarious laughter. I love you, Jazz, more than I can ever say. I’ve loved you every moment of your life. And today I wish you the happiest of birthdays — all the way across the 8,000 miles that divide us (physically) while I am always with you, as you are always with me.
Linda Schreyer 