In 2020, I read palliatively. Dozens and dozens of inspirational fiction novels by an author first introduced to me when I was a child by my now-many-years-gone grandmother. The scrawlings left for me by my kids on their bedroom chalkboard, or folded-to-miniscule post-its hidden on my pillowcase, or stuck to my bedside lamp. The stickers and jokes texted daily by my brother.
In this way I was moved: moved into memory. Moved into warmth and wanting. Into catapulting laughter that sends beyond.
Still inside the year, the time, the current situation–but taken away for a moment, into relief, into air.
Today’s prompt: What did you read last year that moved or inspired or challenged you? Tell us about it.
Jackie Lutzke 