The sheer sheen of grace on everything

And I memorize the light — that is how to make the smallest life big and grand –
The best way to prepare for what’s ahead is to be present to what is now.
Be present to the gift of now.
And right then –
the sheer sheen of grace on everything lights.

~Ann Voskamp

Another quotation that I read for the first time on my friend Emily’s beautiful blog, Barnstorming.

Women At Risk

Minimalist-Parenting-BookIt’s been a pleasure to meet many online friends in real life.  One of my favorites is Christine Koh, whose site Boston Mamas I am happy to contribute to.  Christine and I are the same age, we live in the same city, we have daughters who are contemporaries, and she is just all-around fantastic.  She just ran a half-marathon and she also gave me a container of “magic salt” with which my children are obsessed.  Need that recipe!

It’s my pleasure to share that Christine and Asha Dornfest are donating 100% of royalties from their book, Minimalist Parenting: Enjoy Modern Family Life by Doing Less, purchased via http://bit.ly/helpwomenatrisk to WOMEN AT RISK, an Ethiopian organization that helps women lift themselves out of prostitution.

I hope you will consider buying Minimalist Parenting through this special Amazon link: http://bit.ly/helpwomenatrisk.  I personally can’t wait to read Christine’s book, and this sounds like an extraordinarily deserving and important cause.

Find out more at http://minimalistparenting.com/helpwomenatrisk.

Ready for Air – and a giveaway!

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I dove into Kate Hopper’s Ready for Air eagerly, knowing already that I love her voice and fascinated to read about her experience delivering and mothering a preemie, and I was not disappointed.  The fact that Kate makes so specific a story universally relatable speaks to her power as a writer.  She uses her personal story to illuminate the grand pageant of motherhood and in so doing had me nodding, giggling, and crying more than once.

Ready for Air opens as Kate’s pregnancy turns from uncomfortable to threatened.  Within the first few pages she is admitted to the hospital with preeclampsia and, quickly, induced.  Her daughter, Stella, is born at 3 pounds, 6 ounces.  Under the flourescent lights of an operating room, disoriented by an array of drugs, scared but grateful, Kate’s journey as a mother begins.

Early in my pregnancy, people told me that when I first saw my baby, I would experience a love that called into question all the other loves in my life … And I’m ready for that, for the love to pour out of me when I see Stella.

I was told this, also, and though my experience was worlds different from Kate’s, I similarly did not feel the wave of incredible love and identification I’d been told to anticipate.  I stared at Grace and thought: who are you?  Kate looks at her baby, alone on a table in the NICU, and thinks “This cannot be my baby.  This is not how it’s supposed to happen.”  This moment in the NICU, when Kate falls into the lacuna between expectation and experience, introduces one of the main themes in the book.  There are as many roads to motherhood as there are mothers, and to overly emphasize the myth of an immediate, all-encompassing love disenfranchises, or, worse, terrifies, women for whom the experience is different.

“I could never have imagined a place that contains at once so much hope and so much fear,” Kate writes of the NICU, but it is an apt description of her first weeks of motherhood more broadly.  Stella’s time in the NICU is not without setbacks and challenges, and many days hold tears.  Even so, love takes hold.  At one point, when Stella has taken a turn for the worse and developed an infection, Kate stands by her isolette and watches as her chest “rises and falls, rises and falls.  There is an ache in my own chest, and I realize that this is how it feels to have my heart break…. I had started to fall in love with my daughter.”

Fear swirls throughout Ready for Air, animating and defining the first weeks and months of Stella’s life.  Just as she describes the NICU as a place of hope and fear, Kate notes when Stella is a month old that “fear and gratitude seem to coexist for me in a way they never have before.”  Bringing Stella home, which Donny and Kate had anticipated would be the beginning of a peaceful, joyful time, instead ushers in another, even more difficult phase of parenthood.  There is exhaustion and depression and loss of identity and more and more fear.

The most successful memoirs make of deeply personal, highly granular stories large statements about being human.  Ready for Air accomplishes this.  Through the tiniest details of her experience and of Stella’s new life, Kate expresses the universal.  At one point she notices Stella’s “tiny nose, her ears, thin as paper, each the shape of a continent.  In the coil of one ear is Africa and in the other, South America.”  Later,  as she and a nurse feel the unevenness of Stella’s skull they observe that the bones are “like tectonic plates.”  The world itself is contained in the face and bones of this three-pound premature baby.  Even in days fraught with ambiguity and peril, when their bond seems both tenuous and attenuated, Kate feels wonder while gazing at her daughter.  It is this strand of awe that pulls her through all the long and difficult first months of Stella’s life.

Fear beats through Kate’s first months as a mother like a pulse, but it is uncertainty that she learns to breathe like oxygen.  One of the central lessons of Ready for Air is that nothing is ever guaranteed.  As I read I remembered my own disorienting, destabilizing first months of motherhood, felt again that exhaustion so deep it seemed like I had sand in my eyes and vague, constant thrum of an inchoate panic.  But I also remembered the way I gradually fell in love with my daughter, the intoxicating smell of her baby head, the waves of peace that sometimes – only sometimes – swept over me as I rocked her in the middle of the night in the nightlight-lit twilight of her room.

So much of Ready for Air is universal.  Though Kate speaks of an experience I cannot image, she plays chords I know by heart.  Motherhood is profoundly individual, and we need to honor the myriad colors in which it comes, but it is also shot through with emotions as essential as the air of the title.  Ready for Air powerfully evokes the fear and ambiguity of one woman’s difficult season, but it is also full of a parent’s abiding love, and the deep, bewildering wonder that is at the heart of motherhood.

I have a giveaway copy of Kate’s marvelous book to give to a lucky reader!  Just leave a comment here and I will choose one at random on Friday evening this week.  You will love Ready for Air.

University of Minnesota press is going to donate 15 copies of Read for Air to neonatal intensive care units in the US and Canada.  We would welcome suggestions of hospitals that you think should be considered.  Please put the details in the comments, including an address and to whom the book should be sent.  When Kate’s blog tour is over, she will draw 15 hospitals and send each a signed copy of her book.  You can read more about this giveaway here.

 

 

Two of my favorite things: books & surveys

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Katie Noah Gibson’s blog always makes me smile.  It also makes me wish I could read faster, more, more more.  She writes thoughtful book reviews and inspiring posts about her town (which is also my town!).  I loved this “bookish survey” which combines two of my great loves – books and lists of random minutiae – and I wanted to participate.  I’d love to hear your answers, too.

Author you’ve read the most books from (the grammar nerd in me has to say: from whom you have read the most books): J.K. Rowling, Adrienne Rich, or Anne Sexton.

Best Sequel Ever: Catching Fire comes to mind, though I’m not sure I have a comprehensive list of sequels in my head.

Currently Reading: Sweet Tooth by Ian McEwan.

Drink of Choice While Reading: Water or Diet Coke.

E-reader or Physical Book? Physical books. Always.

Fictional Character You Probably Would Have Actually Dated In High School: This was the hardest question for me.  I probably would have pined for Phineas from John Knowles’ A Separate Peace (the ultimate cool guy) but would have dated Nick Carraway from Gatsby (a quintessential outsider).

Glad You Gave This Book A Chance: The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.  For some reason I was resistant to it, and now it is firmly ensconced in the pantheon of my Most Beloved Books Ever.

Hidden Gem Book: The Book of Qualities by Ruth Gendler

Important Moment in your Reading Life: When I discovered poetry, in college.  I wrote on to write my thesis on poetry, and it has been an incredibly important part of my life ever since.

Just Finished: The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert.  L.O.V.E.D.

Kinds of Books You Won’t Read: I have never liked historical fiction (which makes my passionate adoration of the book above even more remarkable!)

Longest Book You’ve Read: Not sure between Our Mutual Friend (Dickens), Vanity Fair (Dickens), Anna Karenina (Tolstoy),The Fountainhead (Rand).

Major book hangover because of: The Hunger Games.  When I finished that trilogy I was bereft.  I still can’t stop thinking about them.

Number of Bookcases You Own: Two big ones and a wall of built-ins.

One Book You Have Read Multiple Times: The Harry Potter series.  I read them by (and for) myself when they came out (I read 3 and 4 on our honeymoon) and then again with Grace (we are on #7) and now with Whit (we are on #4).  I discover something new every single time and I’m pretty sure I’ll read the series a fourth time.  I have also read Crossing to Safety three times. 

Preferred Place To Read: In my bed.

Quote that inspires you/gives you all the feels from a book you’ve read: “She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.” – Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (it is literally impossible for me to choose one; this merely came to mind first)

Reading Regret: I wish I had read Joyce’s Ulysses and Dante’s The Divine Comedy in college. 

Series You Started And Need To Finish (all books are out in series): None.  Waiting on Allegiant by Veronica Roth.

Three of your All-Time Favorite Books: Divisadero, Michael Ondaatje.  Light Years, James Salter.  The Collected Poems, Mary Oliver.

Unapologetic Fangirl For: Harry Potter.

Very Excited For This Release More Than All The Others: Anne Lamott’s new book, Stitches.

Worst Bookish Habit: Saying no to plans so that I can stay home and read. 

X Marks The Spot: Start at the top left of your shelf and pick the 27th book: Selected Stories, Andre Dubus.

Your latest book purchase: The Signature of All Things, Elizabeth Gilbert.

ZZZ-snatcher book (last book that kept you up WAY late): A book of Wendell Berry poetry (I know: can you handle the cool?)

There are only fragments

“There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this flood of encounters, struggles, dreams.”

– James Salter, Light Years