I’m finally reading Cheryl Strayed’s memoir Wild (thank you Powells City of Books for a good discount, plus no sales tax in Oregon, where I was visiting last weekend!). To put it succinctly: it’s wonderful. I’m resenting everything in my life that’s keeping me from reading it all the time. Beautiful, blunt writing about grief, plus some playful and familiar ruminations on the life of the backpacker.
I highly recommend it, and I’m not even done yet.
And I’ve got a new post on Momming! I hope you enjoy that too.