The house felt different now that Emma and Reya were at university. She had craved quiet and calm in the house for years, now that it was here, she really had no idea what to do with it. No one asking what’s for dinner, no soundtrack of slammed doors and sibling arguments echoing through the hallway. For seventeen years, the demands of family life had been like the third party in their marriage, and it had required constant can and attention. Practices. Permission slips. The

I watched the harsh reviews of Elizabeth Gilbert’s memoir roll in and my first thought was not about the critics, it was about Elizabeth Gilbert herself.  What does it feel like to expose your heart like that and then watch the internet decide who you are? That question sat with me as I pressed play on ‘ All the Way to the River’ , read by Elizabeth where I could hear the memories that brought up tears and reflective laughs at the stories we tell ourselves in the moments of c

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