In looking back I cannot even believe I wrote that piece. You remember how nuts I got that summer. I was just coming out of it and wrote that piece on the tail end of the Ben Marley debacle. But I’m glad I wrote it. When I was asked if I wanted to participate I knew exactly what I wanted to write. I have ZERO to say about Pixar – at least not as a pontificating critic – but I have a ton to say about those two movies and about Cashel and Dad, and the editor let me do what I want. But still: I have no memory of actually writing it. Very glad I did though. It was the first time I actually wrote about what was going on in my life.
Hard to believe it’s been three years. Totally unbelievable.
What an incredible piece of writing Sheila. You are always able to bring us right there to the moment with you. I sure hope your Irish Dad and my Irish Dad have met and are enjoying the music, chat and craic.
Here I am lying on my 5 year old son’s bedroom floor watching him sleep, after having read your piece on Pixar…”stick a fork in me, I am DONE.”
Sweet Peace to you, Sheila
Love to you, Sheila, love and peace, and a moment or two to grasp that it really has been three years. Three unenduringly long, split-second fast years. Time is irrelevant. Or is it just permanently bent? Simplified, really – – cruelly sharp: there’s “before” and there’s “after,” not much else. I love you. xxx Stevie
Thinking of you so much the last few days, hon. xoxoxoxo
And I cannot make it through that piece of yours without bawling, for so many reasons. It’s a beautiful searing piece.
Thank you, Tracey.
In looking back I cannot even believe I wrote that piece. You remember how nuts I got that summer. I was just coming out of it and wrote that piece on the tail end of the Ben Marley debacle. But I’m glad I wrote it. When I was asked if I wanted to participate I knew exactly what I wanted to write. I have ZERO to say about Pixar – at least not as a pontificating critic – but I have a ton to say about those two movies and about Cashel and Dad, and the editor let me do what I want. But still: I have no memory of actually writing it. Very glad I did though. It was the first time I actually wrote about what was going on in my life.
Hard to believe it’s been three years. Totally unbelievable.
What an incredible piece of writing Sheila. You are always able to bring us right there to the moment with you. I sure hope your Irish Dad and my Irish Dad have met and are enjoying the music, chat and craic.
Here I am lying on my 5 year old son’s bedroom floor watching him sleep, after having read your piece on Pixar…”stick a fork in me, I am DONE.”
Sweet Peace to you, Sheila
Love to you, Sheila, love and peace, and a moment or two to grasp that it really has been three years. Three unenduringly long, split-second fast years. Time is irrelevant. Or is it just permanently bent? Simplified, really – – cruelly sharp: there’s “before” and there’s “after,” not much else. I love you. xxx Stevie
Stevie honey – I owe you an email – I was soooo glad to hear from you! And how beautiful that you would leave such a comment today.
Yes. Before and after. I know you know.
Much love to you and your menagerie of animals!
xoxo Sheila
Incredible stuff. Still can’t figure out quite what to say.
Matt – it’s okay. Your listening and your reading is enough. I feel you out there.