Perfect Post Award
She says, "I need to get off the phone, my little people are freaking out."
Pressing my earpiece into one ear so that I can hear above this coffee house echo, straining to catch her words in the scuffle of little girl squeals, we go over edits. "Take out the in that sentence and it will read better, " I sort of whisper and sort of shout. But she's not there, "Shit, a bowl just shattered, hold on." Once we resume, another sentence into it and she says, "Huh? I can't hear you, I'm trying to serve noodles and set up the TV for them, can you say that again?" And I do, smiling to myself, reminded that this is just another traveling adventure - writing in the midst of motherhood.
This is why I especially love Holly, and this fuels my respect and appreciation for her skill in getting to the heart of the matter on the page. It's always like this for her: work till midnight, kids all day, bills stacked. She doesn't even have a bedroom. When the kids go down, she sleeps on the couch. If she sleeps. Mostly, she sails on out of that small place after midnight, and finds a wedge of freedom in the writing.
I'm nominating Holly for the August Perfect Post award
Accepting an invitation from her writing teacher to explore the experience of a kiss, she wrote the most amazing blog post. Aside from capturing the magic, what's more incredible is that it's about her husband - and they've been separated for a year now. Difficult enough for anyone in love to conjure the beautiful acuity of that sensation - how does she do it from where she stands? Because she's a great writer.
Join me in celebrating her post My Teacher's Teacher
If you want to find out more about the Perfect Post awards, or to read other nominated blog posts, go on over to Suburban Turmoil or Petroville