Thank you, dear Kate. In your telling, I can taste the chocolate and smell the roses of this one human life--a life with friendship, work, family, and pain. To hold our passion for life--while having clarity of our ending--is grace at it's best.
Dot Kostriken replied on Sat, 11/06/2010 - 02:28pm
I'm almost embarrassed to tell you how much the voyeur I felt tucked quietly into the corner of the room, listening to the conversations and admiring the rare and wonderful relationship the two of you had. Only one who writes could have ever understood the importance of the final work, of getting it right, and then knowing she did not need to see the final work that following Monday because she totally trusted you. No greater honor can one writer or scholar give another. No writer lives who would not wish such a friendship.
michael Goins replied on Thu, 02/24/2011 - 04:47pm
Thank you, dear Kate. In your telling, I can taste the chocolate and smell the roses of this one human life--a life with friendship, work, family, and pain. To hold our passion for life--while having clarity of our ending--is grace at it's best.
It was utterly humbling to read such perfect prose about such a perfect friendship between such perfect scholars.
I'm almost embarrassed to tell you how much the voyeur I felt tucked quietly into the corner of the room, listening to the conversations and admiring the rare and wonderful relationship the two of you had. Only one who writes could have ever understood the importance of the final work, of getting it right, and then knowing she did not need to see the final work that following Monday because she totally trusted you. No greater honor can one writer or scholar give another. No writer lives who would not wish such a friendship.