Friday, January 6, 2012
Just ahead of the pinking, I went to my favorite blogs list and clicked onto the 3 R's Blog to see what Florinda has cooking. Oh, good, I thought. Her best of year list. With great interest, I read. The Warmth of Other Suns—a fabulous choice. Tina Fey's Bossypants—absolutely; that book made me laugh when I needed a laugh. Just Kids by Patti Smith, one of my all-time favorite memoirs. The Girls of Murder City.
It was when I got to the fiction list that I did a double take, for there was You Are My Only, alongside Faith, Girl in Translation, and Fathermucker. My little book beside some very big books. Florinda's goodness forever transparent.
Why are there always 3,000 miles between me and the people that I want to hug? I'm hoping Florinda can feel my hug today. I am hoping there is pink in her sky.
Florinda, you deserve some major pink in your sky. Thank you. For everything.
My deep affection for the bloggers who have been so kind to You Are My Only is well-established. I am so surprised and so moved by all of you who named You Are My Only at year's end (listing alphabetically):
Caribousmom/Short List for Fiction
Caribousmom/Buzz Books Which Did Not Disappoint
My Friend Amy
On a Southern Breeze
The 3 R's Blog
Two Heads Together
Washington, D.C. Literature/Examiner.com
Tonight I'm going lift a glass in your honor in Atlantic City, where I'll be with my boys, doing that winter-at-the-beach thing we do.
I'll come home in time to lift another glass to K.M. Walton (though I promise not to arrive already tripping), who is launching her first book, Cracked, at the Chester County Book Company on Saturday night. There's going to be a gonzo crowd. Be there, I say.
On Sunday, I'm off to celebrate Little Miss Eva's birthday. Of course there will be photos; there always are.
And then on Tuesday, I'll be in the company of my good friends, Elizabeth Mosier, Chris Mills, Kelly Simmons, and Pam Sedor as we toast DeWitt Henry, writer, founding editor of Ploughshares, and former Chair of Writing, Literature, and Publishing at Emerson College, who is returning to his childhood haunts on the Main Line with an evening talk at the Radnor Memorial Library. I'll repeat myself, because I can: