These Precious Days: Essays

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The beloved New York Times bestselling author reflects on home, family, friendships and writing in this deeply personal collection of essays. Of course it helps if you have a personal connection to the topics she covers, and with 22 to choose from you likely will. There was an important piece of information that hadn’t been made clear to Sooki when she came to Nashville; it was that, unlike the FOLFIRINOX, which had carved twenty pounds off her over twenty-four weeks, this course of chemotherapy had no end. one niche genre i have a soft spot for are nonfiction memoir essays that are semi self help books but not in an obvious way. The caps were in the Mary Poppins suitcase, along with her paints and easel, the large blanket she had brought us as a gift, and her extensive wardrobe.

In the case of The Dutch House, I’d started to think about a poor woman who suddenly became rich, and because she was unable to deal with the change in circumstances, she left her family and went to India to follow a guru.Without ever meaning to, my father taught me at a very early age to give up on the idea of approval. Sookie needed the same things—to find somebody who could see each other’s best and most complete selves. It was a minor footnote considering everything I got from Karl, but still, the warmth of it, the love: to walk in the door after a long two days and see that someone had imagined that I might be hungry knocked me sideways. It was a good yarn for the grieving because even on the days I did nothing, I could point to my knitting and say to myself, Look at all I’ve done.

You look so much alike,' the nurse would say quietly, not wanting to disturb us more than we were already disturbed. This is not a very good guideline for anyone who enjoys this kind of collection, and sure what do I know? The world asks us to engage, and for the most part we can, but given the choice we’d rather stay home. ha --I have nothing else I need to do -- so "These Precious Days: Essays" --is a personal gift to myself -- away from another book driving me crazy -- and the joy of sharing with a friend: Erin!

She's a kind, bookish and dog-loving individual who bares her heart to the reader throughout these essays, and for that, this reader is grateful. The out-of-touch nature of someone living her entire life surrounded by the elites like her makes everything feel like that someone at a dinner party you wish would stop talking, especially when it comes to her loved-ones owning planes. For a while she filled in for a friend and was the assistant to a film director, and then another friend introduced her to Tom, who was looking for someone.

We were standing in the kitchen in the late afternoon, the time before dinner and between two yoga sessions. She painted as fast as she could get her canvases prepped, berating herself for falling asleep in the afternoons. The station happened to be next door to the airport, so everyone picked up their coolers and walked over. My official badge-carrying title at the New York City Department of Health’s Bureau of Animal Affairs was ‘public-health sanitarian.

Patchett ponders this truth in these wise essays that afford a fresh and intimate look into her mind and heart. My cancer marker—CA 19-9—is nonspecific to pancreatic cancer (it can indicate other inflammation in the body), but it’s an indicator and is supposed to be at 35 U/L or less.

These essays dealt with topics such as marriage, family, writing, friendship, people she admires, her love for knitting and Snoopy, and more.

We filled up the bird feeders twice a day, scrubbed out the birdbath every morning, tracked the relationship of a couple of lizards who lived in the planter on the deck. I am not her sister, soulmate, friend, or even an acquaintance, but her honesty and warmth made me feel like we had known and cared about each other forever. She’d fallen down some stairs outside of church the night before and twisted her foot and now that foot was swollen and sore. I walked from my hotel to the theater and showed my ID to a guard who then led me to the crowded greenroom.