Comments on: Road Kill, Straw Sanctuaries & a Feeling That I’ve Been Here Before

By: Jenny, bloggess

Jenny, bloggess — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 04:21:18 +0000

Heartbreaking, beautiful…all at once. I wish I could give you a hug and make it all better, my friend.

By: Melissa Cunningham

Melissa Cunningham — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 02:10:40 +0000

This article was mesmerizing…the imagery seized every one of my senses….my heart is still somewhere up in my throat. If you need a sanctuary in Dallas, you’ll always have one.
I’m sending you a little picture…..and lots of good thoughts.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/lissa_c/2619765683/in/set-72157605546484113/

By: Perksofbeingme

Perksofbeingme — Mon, 08 Sep 2008 17:07:05 +0000

I found this through the general way you find random posts in the blog world (aka- I have no idea how I found this) but I wanted to tell you that you are an amazing writer. Words can’t really express what I want to say, but if you want to come to the south and soak in the smell of the lake and marsh air, watch the grass blow in the breeze and listen to children laughing into the night feel free to to come South Carolina to visit.

By: Jane Devin

Jane Devin — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 23:45:44 +0000

You’ve all made me want to pack a suitcase, grab the dog, hop in a van and take a road trip, from New Jersey to New Mexico, through Canada and then California.

Thank you.

By: Cara

Cara — Fri, 05 Sep 2008 04:45:41 +0000

I hear that Linda’s is the BEST kugel EVER!

By: V-Grrrl

V-Grrrl — Thu, 04 Sep 2008 21:31:04 +0000

Oh Jane. Shit. Is there anything worse than being at the bottom of the well and looking up and seeing clouds, not light?

I’m sorry. Sorry that I’m late in offering any words at all, even useless words.

Once when I was faced with an unexpected and emotional turn of events that shook my whole world, a friend who has known me for 30 years told me not be afraid, not to dwell in fear, not to explore it, not to indulge it, not to let it rule my mind, my heart, or my actions. He said, “Remember who are.”

It’s hard to describe how empowering those words were for me, especially coming from him. They mean nothing to you but I share them anyway. They’re all I have. And when I feel threatened, not just beat down but threatened, I repeat them to myself: “Remember who you are.”