The sadness, the nuttiness, the drama, it's all made me who I am, and I'm not even finished yet! I try to remind myself that things are there, things drop in your lap, for a REASON, but sometimes I just wish that big pile of crazy landed in the middle of the road and got run over by a car instead of inserted itself so seamlessly into my life.
Long-time readers know that I deflect my sadness with the mention of pie. I have no idea why. I do remember my grandmother making tiny pudding pies for me and my sister and then bringing them out on a tray to the garden and that's a memory that's a snapshot I wish I physically owned. But pie is also a FUN thing. As Jim Gaffigan says, "Candles on a cake, someone's having a birthday. Candles on a pie, someone's drinking in the kitchen." I mean think about it -- pie-eating contests! That first piece that never comes out right so you have to dig back into the plate for just. a little. more. And there's the entire a la mode and whipped cream quotient.
So I was thrilled to discover a memoir AND a blog I haven't read. The book is called "Making Piece: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Pie". Beth Howard also writes a lovely blog called (aptly) www.theworldneedsmorepie.com. I already want to be this gal's best friend. Anyone who can write about pie and pain is a friend of mine, and I'm looking forward to reading her book and blog.
Another author, unfortunately recently departed, loved pie, and that's Norah Ephron. I absolutely adore her -- her wit and writing is just exactly what I wish I could have. When someone interviewed her about what she would miss and what she wouldn't miss when she died, she put "Pie" on the list of things she'd miss. What a woman, someone I think we probably could all relate to.
As I sit here clearing off my desk so I can start what feels like a new LIFE, I keep the thought of pie in my mind instead of the gut-wrenching soul-searching writing memoirs out of necessity entails. Pie is a pretty darned good cure-all for things, even if I don't EAT it often (I do fight the fluffy) but dream of it.
So when you're deep in the depths of it with that Box of Crazy that just landed on your lap, shut your eyes, and quietly recite the names of pies. It's hard not to relax after that.
Much love to you all.
Lori Anderson creates jewelry and bead kits as well as collaborative mixed media art with her son, Zack. Visit her shops by clicking here. She is also the creator of the Bead Soup Blog Party® and author of the book Bead Soup.