02/28/12 by pyjammy
02/28/12, a photo by pyjammy on Flickr.

It was suuuuuper foggy this morning, and apparently, some spider went to town last night, building webs all along our fence and gate. (I knew they were new because one went right across the gate latch!) This is just one of the prettier ones. Like the Mardi Gras beads hanging in the tree in the back? I love how the fog left these little droplets all over the cobwebs so we could see them more clearly.

(Love this one too.)

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02/25/12 by pyjammy
02/25/12, a photo by pyjammy on Flickr.

My friend Steph and I did an 8 mile walk/run to prep for our half marathon next weekend. We mostly stuck to the levee, but in an attempt to walk around the local Navy base, we got a little, uh, stuck. Just as well we had so far to go, so it was no big deal to go back around to find another way onto the levee.


02/24/12 by pyjammy
02/24/12, a photo by pyjammy on Flickr.

Friday night, since the boys were at Granny & Grandpa’s, I rented a few movies. Two to watch (The Help and Midnight in Paris – brushing up for the Oscars!) but one for the sole purpose of skipping to the end to see my friend’s baby in the newest Twilight film (no, she’s not the vampire baby, she plays baby Bella in a flashback scene.) What a cutie!

Book Review: The Rules of Inheritance

Losing a parent is hard. This I know. But losing two, when you’re an only child, is devastating. Claire Bidwell Smith lost both of her parents to cancer when she was a young woman, and her new memoir, The Rules of Inheritance, follows her through her life as she deals with these tragic losses. The book begins at the age of fourteen, when first her father, then her mother are diagnosed within weeks of one another.

The book is not chronological, but instead uses the five stages of grief to illustrate the emotional journey her parents’ deaths take her on: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. She deals with her grief in self-destructive ways, via emotionally abusive boyfriends, drinking, and dropping out of school. It seems like it would be difficult to keep track of the narrative when you’re hopping back and forth in her timeline, but once you get a feel for what she was going through at each point in her life, it’s not too hard to follow along. And the book pulls you along, through those five stages. You know the last stage is coming, and the ending of the book does not disappoint.

As one might guess from the subject of this book, it’s not terribly uplifting. I had to read the book in small doses, just to keep from being too affected by it, but the compelling story and beautiful writing kept me coming back for more.

If you’ve read this memoir and want to talk about it (or go read it now so you can join in the discussion!), we’ll be discussing it over the next few weeks at the BlogHer Book Club.

This is a paid review for BlogHer Book Club but the opinions expressed are my own.