Resilience: Downtown Bangor. Divorced at twenty and rambling around a 3rd floor walkup, a pink Big Wheel in the middle of the sidewalk. Echoes. Ramen packets, empty jug of Chablis.
Revival: That first month in Oslo. Twenty-something. Nothing feels right. Like an awkward adolescent, gangly limbs banging into a different culture.
Recovery: Desert. Separated and sober. Mid-thirties and I’m alone again, another 3rd floor walkup, half the size. 3,000 miles away. Law & Order reruns, my Xanax. Bad coffee and a thousand meetings.
Resurfacing: Island. Homecoming. Uncertain how to be a daughter, caregiver, mother, patient, loving. Time: sweet and precious.
This post encapsulates all the qualities of your writing style Amie: a capacity to describe in precise words a very personal account. Yet, it can also translate to the universal and touch every reader.
Amazing work, Amie - wonderful writing!