I’ve decided to re-read the books that I read in the days after my marriage crumbled. At that time, each of the books in this photograph was instrumental in keeping me sane, hopeful, or believing in myself. But I was a different person then, and–no question–my mind and heart were addled. So, I’d like to re-read each of these books to re-fresh the messages they lent me, and to see what I might glean anew.
This is part of my concerted effort to forge ahead. I am quite curious to see what I might take from this.
(These, as well as other books that were important to me back then, are available for perusal via my “shop” page.)