Columns just a word - December 31, 2013
By Jennifer J. Pruiett-Selby
Dec 30, 2013, 08:49
In spite of this acute ‘morning’ sickness that doesn’t seem to understand what time of day it is, there is much to celebrate this year. I choose to overlook the bad and, instead, give thanks for the good. There’s the gift of new life and the health of the little lives I had already been given. I remind myself daily how lucky I am to have four healthy children. I pray that continues.
There’s my daughter’s first poem, “Cat Love,” published by Rattle, and the handful of publications I’ve had this year. These accomplishments promise hope for even bigger things for both of our writing careers, something I’ve learned can be achieved in baby steps, not huge leaps—unless you’re one of the lucky few who land an agent who can get you a book and movie deal, all in one. That hasn’t happened for me. (Yet.)
Then, I am so grateful for all who donated their time and resources for Benny Shoup to have a new bathroom (and partially new roof). I know Lesley and her family deserve it. I feel blessed to have been able to share their story with our readers.
There’s the teachers and home health aides that I had the pleasure to speak with, in order to tell their stories. Without these teachers that care for our young and the aides that care for our elderly and sick relatives, where would we be?
I appreciate all of the kind and complimenting notes from readers. It feels good to know we’re making a difference here in our little town. When I get back on my feet, I’ll be looking for new stories to write about the wonderful people living quietly in our community. And because these people would never come forward on their own, please email or call to let me know just who I should be writing about. If you have any ideas for stories, please let me know.
I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions. My email inbox is bombarded with messages about “becoming a new you in the new year.” I don’t really want a new me, whatever that means. I think people focus too much on new things—new toys, new clothes, new cars. If you don’t know what I mean, watch House Hunters on HGTV. A couple walks into a house and immediately starts picking apart the former owners’ decorating choices. “I hate that color of granite.” “It’s too dated.” “I wanted wood floors. But that’s the wrong kind of wood.” And on and on. I wonder if some people are ever happy with what they have. If they lived in our old farmhouse, they’d be thankful for hot water. So, I guess that’s my resolution: to fix what’s wrong with our house. I’ll let you know how that goes.