i’m glad january is nearly put by. me and henry took another trip to the doctor… his ears are still infected (nearly two months now)…

not to burst out the book discussion too early, but i’ve had asher lev in my head and he won’t get out. he was with me in the doctor’s waiting room.

i think of asher. i think of my son. i think of illness–in the brain, in the head. i think of mothers who are shorn into pieces, wanting to nurture all the people revolving around them. i think of the world that isn’t pretty.

i hope you read the book. we’ll talk tomorrow.