This month I read "I Feel Bad About My Neck" by Nora Ephron. I chose it on a recommendation that it is funny (and it is!) and also for nostalgic reasons, as this woman wrote a couple of my favorite movies (Sleepless in Seattle and When Harry Met Sally). I wanted something light and easy (and it is!), but I also found this collection of essays to be poignant and thought-provoking. After all, the theme that ties each piece together is centered on aging, which we are all doing each day of course, but also something I'm not at the point of noticing quite as much as a woman in her sixties.
What first struck me about "I Feel Bad About My Neck" was Ms. Ephron's essay about purses. It is a difficult time to be a woman who doesn't care about purses, who doesn't carry one most of the time because it feels like too much work, who finds it baffling that there are whole stores devoted to selling handbags and clutches and apparently we are supposed to be excited at the prospect of a new purse and also to compete with other women in order to have the latest or cutest one. So when I read, "This is for women who hate their purses, who are bad at purses, who understand that their purses are reflections of negligent housekeeping, hopeless disorganization, a chronic inability to throw anything away, and an ongoing failure to handle the obligations of a demanding and difficult accessory," I felt at once understood and validated. And her concluding advice to purchase an inexpensive, horribly ugly bag that can never go out of style because it has never been in style sounds like the next logical step for my own life.
The book continues on in this funny, self-deprecating style, as the author recounts a life that has seen highs and lows and marriage and divorce and motherhood and empty nest syndrome, all of which has contributed to the wisdom and sagacity which she shares with us. The book concludes with the essay "Considering the Alternative", which is the response the author is confronted with when she complains about the aging process. In light of the fact that Ms. Ephron has since passed from this world, that she is now experiencing the alternative, these words prove to be especially poignant:
"Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it's your last, or do you save your money on the chance you'll live twenty more years? Is life too short, or is it going to be too long? Do you work as hard as you can, or do you slow down to smell the roses? And where do carbohydrates fit into this? Are we really going to have to spend our last years avoiding bread, especially now that great in America is so unbelievably delicious? And what about chocolate?"
If the purpose of essays and memoir is to pass along knowledge gained and provide insight on the meaning of life, I think Ms. Ephron has hit both spot on in this collection. While our lives are vastly different, each page revealed a woman after my own heart, whose delight in the pleasures of food and friends match my own. And since she passed shortly after writing these essays, it is my sincere hope that she got her fill of delicious bread and indulged in some extra chocolate. I think I'll celebrate her life by doing both tonight.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
Orphan Train
If you've read the Insomni-Mommy for any length of time, you have probably figured out that I love orphans. Like heartbreakingly, can't stop thinking about them, LOVE orphans. In my life, this love has led me to become a licensed foster parent, to adopt my son, to recently speak with a group of college students about my experiences. So I was excited when Christina Baker Kline's novel "Orphan Train" came into my possession via my sister. The title was enough to draw me in, and the book did not disappoint.
Sometimes I feel like the best representations of actual orphan care are found in novels like this one. As I read the dual narratives of Niamh in 1928 and Molly in 2011, I was struck repeatedly by the truth and authenticity of their experiences. Not only does this novel capture the orphan experience, but it also displays how our society has changed its treatment of orphans and its attempts to "solve" the problem of abandoned children over the course of the last 100 years. Additionally, these stories do not shy away from the difficulties of bonding and moving forward after losing one's family. It is a very real issue in orphan care today, just as it was in the past, that children find familial bonds challenging when they have suffered such a tremendous loss. I applaud the author for thorough research as well as putting it all into words so beautifully and creating this compelling work of fiction.
I also just finished a work of non-fiction called "Orphans of the Living" by Jennifer Toth. It makes a terrific companion to "Orphan Train", telling the stories of five youths living and emancipating from foster care in the 80's and 90's. Toth holds an unflinching microscope up to an imperfect system (one that has thankfully seen some reform thanks to President Clinton, but could still use more) and gives a voice to a population that is sadly voiceless. Much of what Toth writes about the emotional lives of these children convenes with what I have witnessed as a foster parent, and it makes me both sad and angry that these children's needs are so often unmet. A common refrain while reading this book could be, "What is WRONG with people?!" But it is that reality which drove my husband and myself to stand up for orphans, to step in to the gap they are falling through, to resolve to be safe caregivers for all the children who pass through our home.
Sometimes I feel like the best representations of actual orphan care are found in novels like this one. As I read the dual narratives of Niamh in 1928 and Molly in 2011, I was struck repeatedly by the truth and authenticity of their experiences. Not only does this novel capture the orphan experience, but it also displays how our society has changed its treatment of orphans and its attempts to "solve" the problem of abandoned children over the course of the last 100 years. Additionally, these stories do not shy away from the difficulties of bonding and moving forward after losing one's family. It is a very real issue in orphan care today, just as it was in the past, that children find familial bonds challenging when they have suffered such a tremendous loss. I applaud the author for thorough research as well as putting it all into words so beautifully and creating this compelling work of fiction.
I also just finished a work of non-fiction called "Orphans of the Living" by Jennifer Toth. It makes a terrific companion to "Orphan Train", telling the stories of five youths living and emancipating from foster care in the 80's and 90's. Toth holds an unflinching microscope up to an imperfect system (one that has thankfully seen some reform thanks to President Clinton, but could still use more) and gives a voice to a population that is sadly voiceless. Much of what Toth writes about the emotional lives of these children convenes with what I have witnessed as a foster parent, and it makes me both sad and angry that these children's needs are so often unmet. A common refrain while reading this book could be, "What is WRONG with people?!" But it is that reality which drove my husband and myself to stand up for orphans, to step in to the gap they are falling through, to resolve to be safe caregivers for all the children who pass through our home.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Mrs. Kimble
I've enjoyed a quiet summer over here, and that has offered me the chance to read more. I finished 9 books in July, one of which was the novel Mrs. Kimble by Jennifer Haigh. This is a book that I wish I'd written. I love intersecting narratives and stories that are carried over years and locations. Mrs. Kimble tells the story of a man (Mr. Kimble) from the perspective of the three women he marries, as well as his oldest son.
We meet the first Mrs. Kimble (Birdie) in the 1960's, in the wake of her husband's disappearance. She knows he was unfaithful, but in the standard of the times, she was willing to overlook anything as long as the bills were paid and the car maintained. Suddenly, she is forced to take on the roles of Mom and Dad to her two young children, something she is ill-prepared for. Birdie tells how she met her husband, the early years of their marriage spent living in a house with his parents, and she shares how the man changed over time. Ultimately, Birdie sacrifices her suburban dream and returns to her childhood home, where she lives with her step-mother and near her childhood love.
The next Mrs. Kimble (Joan) couldn't be more different from Birdie. She is an independent woman, a journalist in a male-dominated field, more interested in covering riots in Paris than nurturing a home. But then she finds cancer in her breast and the subsequent treatment sends her reeling. In the aftermath, she meets Mr. Kimble, and in a reversal, decides it's not too late to have a family. A few years into the marriage, she finds the man who once intrigued and flattered her to be cold and secretive. Her interest in having a family with him never materializes and soon she finds another lump, which ultimately takes her life.
In the late 70's, the final Mrs. Kimble appears in the form of Dinah, the Kimble's former babysitter. 10 years after her initial crush on Mr. Kimble, she finds herself falling in love with the man, and ignores the disapproval of her family or anyone else who finds their age difference distasteful. By now, Mr. Kimble has become a wealthy man, from the inheritance of his deceased wife and his new career in real estate. The Kimbles have a child and Dinah abandons the path she was on before meeting her husband.
What is revealed in these different places and stories is a man who is a chameleon, who carries no sentiment or memory of his past as he moves on to a new wife, a new home, a new experience. What his wives have in common is finding this man when they are weak, when they are desperate for love and companionship, when they are easily seduced by an attentive man. They each make Mr. Kimble what they need him to be, although ultimately his private nature keeps them at arm's length, so that each Mrs. Kimble experiences loneliness in her marriage. I found the book to be well-written and intriguing, even as I despised Mr. Kimble for the emotional collateral he left in his wake. It has a voyeuristic appeal in the story as we are offered glimpses behind closed doors and inside aching hearts.
We meet the first Mrs. Kimble (Birdie) in the 1960's, in the wake of her husband's disappearance. She knows he was unfaithful, but in the standard of the times, she was willing to overlook anything as long as the bills were paid and the car maintained. Suddenly, she is forced to take on the roles of Mom and Dad to her two young children, something she is ill-prepared for. Birdie tells how she met her husband, the early years of their marriage spent living in a house with his parents, and she shares how the man changed over time. Ultimately, Birdie sacrifices her suburban dream and returns to her childhood home, where she lives with her step-mother and near her childhood love.
The next Mrs. Kimble (Joan) couldn't be more different from Birdie. She is an independent woman, a journalist in a male-dominated field, more interested in covering riots in Paris than nurturing a home. But then she finds cancer in her breast and the subsequent treatment sends her reeling. In the aftermath, she meets Mr. Kimble, and in a reversal, decides it's not too late to have a family. A few years into the marriage, she finds the man who once intrigued and flattered her to be cold and secretive. Her interest in having a family with him never materializes and soon she finds another lump, which ultimately takes her life.
In the late 70's, the final Mrs. Kimble appears in the form of Dinah, the Kimble's former babysitter. 10 years after her initial crush on Mr. Kimble, she finds herself falling in love with the man, and ignores the disapproval of her family or anyone else who finds their age difference distasteful. By now, Mr. Kimble has become a wealthy man, from the inheritance of his deceased wife and his new career in real estate. The Kimbles have a child and Dinah abandons the path she was on before meeting her husband.
What is revealed in these different places and stories is a man who is a chameleon, who carries no sentiment or memory of his past as he moves on to a new wife, a new home, a new experience. What his wives have in common is finding this man when they are weak, when they are desperate for love and companionship, when they are easily seduced by an attentive man. They each make Mr. Kimble what they need him to be, although ultimately his private nature keeps them at arm's length, so that each Mrs. Kimble experiences loneliness in her marriage. I found the book to be well-written and intriguing, even as I despised Mr. Kimble for the emotional collateral he left in his wake. It has a voyeuristic appeal in the story as we are offered glimpses behind closed doors and inside aching hearts.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Atlas Girl
I had the privilege to be part of the Atlas Girl launch this month, and I was eager to read through Emily T. Wierenga's memoir. I've read Emily's blog for a couple of years now, and I already knew that she was a beautiful writer. That much is evident from page one of Atlas Girl. The book begins with Emily's relationship with her parents, and it sounds familiar. The strict pastor dad. The rebellious older daughter. But as her words transport you along the many places of her life, continually you are grounded in real places, real memories, and so you never forget that these are not characters in a story, but her actual family. So when her journey takes its own unique course, when it departs from all the preconceived notions that you retained after watching Footloose too many times, you don't know what will happen next or how it will all turn out. Emily's story is tied up in the family she created, as well, and she pulls no punches as she chronicles a love that holds her close, forgives her outbursts, and proves the 1 Corinthians passage true as a love that never fails.
But if I'm really honest, I'm also a little jealous of the life she leads. She is married with little boys, like me, but she is a published author, an artist, a world traveler. Just scanning the table of contents of this book reads like a tour of the world. Emily pours her heart out in the pages of her book, and only as it reached the conclusion did I realize how hard-won all her accomplishments are. Suddenly, I'm not feeling jealous, but inspired at all that has happened, all that she has overcome and struggled through. I encourage you to purchase a copy of Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look, or, if we are friends in real life, I will happily let you read my copy :) Also, check out her website (www.emilywierenga.com) for her lovely essays about body image, motherhood, faith, and love.
But if I'm really honest, I'm also a little jealous of the life she leads. She is married with little boys, like me, but she is a published author, an artist, a world traveler. Just scanning the table of contents of this book reads like a tour of the world. Emily pours her heart out in the pages of her book, and only as it reached the conclusion did I realize how hard-won all her accomplishments are. Suddenly, I'm not feeling jealous, but inspired at all that has happened, all that she has overcome and struggled through. I encourage you to purchase a copy of Atlas Girl: Finding Home in the Last Place I Thought to Look, or, if we are friends in real life, I will happily let you read my copy :) Also, check out her website (www.emilywierenga.com) for her lovely essays about body image, motherhood, faith, and love.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Introduction
I created the name InsomniMommy a few years ago, when I began to stay up late at night and write. Sometimes I wrote for the blog, sometimes I wrote for me. Every so often, the writing stalls and I go back to my first love, what first inspired me to put a pen to paper back in third grade: reading. It's so hard to read when you are the mother of littles. I feel like no one really told me that before this family thing happened to me. I used to spend whole days reading, would pile books onto the library counter to check out for the week. I got in trouble in elementary school for hiding a book within a book and trying to read Encyclopedia Brown during Science (apparently, I wasn't very sneaky). Growing up, I would frequently become entranced by a new book, and completely tune out the world around me. The daylight hours weren't enough, so I would sneak into the bathroom after my parents went to bed and read in there for a few more hours (when I found out that my husband used to do this too, I knew we were soulmates). Even the first year after I had my first baby was a wonderland of reading. I read Tess of the D'Urbervilles while breastfeeding. I read The Quiet American while my baby slept. I read I Love You Through and Through while he stared up at me, our bodies close. I read Belly Laughs waiting for my husband to come home at night. I read What to Expect the First Year whenever I was overwhelmed (which was pretty much all the time).
Like most writers, reading is as important to my continued existence as breathing and eating, and I've struggled through the days when all I read was Harold and the Purple Crayon five times. I decided to start this secondary blog to review the books I'm reading, with the hope that this will spur me to try to read at least a book or two a month. Sometimes friends will ask for a recommendation, and even if I've read something I love, I can't remember it. So hopefully this will be a replacement for my memory, which is probably never coming back.
Three years ago, I picked up a book called Bird by Bird. I was looking for anything by Anne Lamott based on a recommendation from a friend, and this was the only one the library had available. I went searching through the stacks and pulled it from the shelf. "Some Tips for Writing and Life" the cover promised, and I was intrigued (who would pass up advice on life? I am always open to suggestions). Little did I know that book is practically the Bible for writers. As I read it, ideas floated to the surface of my mind. Characters for a story, hypothetical situations rife with drama, phrases and bits of prose. She made me think I could do it too, this craft of writing. I followed her instructions: butt in chair, one inch frames, [crappy] first drafts. Blogging was perfect for the short assignments, and getting my fingers to move and my brain to power on served as a jumping-off point for further writing. Plus, the book is hysterical. Later I purchased it, and whenever I am struggling to write, overwhelmed at the enormity of FINISHING, full of both self-loathing and self-aggrandizement, I turn to Anne for words of wisdom, and she never disappoints. Through these three years, she has helped me to realize that all the insanity that I feel is actually normal, which is both comforting and concerning. If you want to write, if you have been thinking of starting a blog for months but don't know where to begin, if you think you have something to say, GET THIS BOOK. Odds are, you are ready, and the world needs your story.
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