The last few weeks have been full of teaching, learning, and enjoying life’s small and sweet successes.
1. Last Thursday the wonderful staff at The Twig Bookshop in San Antonio (located at the famous Pearl Brewery, 200 E. Grayson) hosted one of my first Writing to Heal Workshops. I truly enjoyed the writers who attended and I was reminded how much I enjoy teaching. What fun, especially with such motivated participants!
2. I received some wonderful compliments about my book in the past few weeks as well. I’m so excited to be heading to Portland, Oregon this week for the IBPA conference and thrilled to be a finalist for the Benjamin Franklin Book Award in the memoir category with three other finalists. IBPA is a fantastic organization that supports the independent publishing community through advocacy. I also received word this week that The Texas Book Association named my book, Where the Water Meets the Sand, as Best Autobiography for 2017!
3. I spent some time picking strawberries Saturday before last. It was my first time strawberry picking. Laura, I and our dear friend Carolyn drove seventy miles to Poteet, Texas, famous for it’s annual Strawberry Festival. I truly enjoyed meeting the farmer, Ruth Ann, who taught us the best way to pick a strawberry to ensure the plant isn’t damaged. We each picked as many strawberries as we wanted. Carolyn and I picked six pounds each and Laura picked twelve totaling 24 pounds. The next day, Carolyn and Laura made strawberry preserves, so yummy on toasted English muffins!
As I picked, and ate a few, words from the Beatles song, Strawberry Fields hummed through my mind:
…Strawberry Fields forever.
Larry and I used to hum to it, playing on the radio, as we drove down the forty mile highway to my grandmother Nennie’s house after we were married and attending college at Texas Tech in Lubbock, Texas.