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Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar
by Cheryl Strayed
Cheryl Strayed did not show up for a workshop at the Iceland Writers Conference that I had flown to and attended largely because of her. I'm still bitterly disappointed and have worked for many years to hold a grudge.
But I love Cheryl! And we forgive people we love. Now that her "Dear Sugars" podcast with Steve Almond is over, I needed something to temper my loss. I had to wait weeks to get a worn copy from my library, but I did and it was lovely. This is something you can pick up and put down, no need to read it in one sitting. But the advice is something you'll come back to again and again.
Since I stopped practicing social work, I find myself starving for the writing and conversation about treatment, healing, self-analyzation, etc. Cheryl combines the writer side and the therapeutic side, always in ways that startle and amaze me. She's a great memoirist, her memories are rich and applicable. On the podcast she was always referencing her mother (I lost my own mother to cancer when I was only 14,) and sometimes I found her constant mentions tired. But with the larger context here in the book you're reminded that that loss is NEVER tired, how it lives and breathes in different iterations in different pains, how it opens you up as a person and a writer. Shame on me for forgetting, but alas, I am imperfect. But so is Cheryl, and I'll always love her.
Maybe one day I will get to workshop with her and tell her just how much I admire her and her work.
But I love Cheryl! And we forgive people we love. Now that her "Dear Sugars" podcast with Steve Almond is over, I needed something to temper my loss. I had to wait weeks to get a worn copy from my library, but I did and it was lovely. This is something you can pick up and put down, no need to read it in one sitting. But the advice is something you'll come back to again and again.
Since I stopped practicing social work, I find myself starving for the writing and conversation about treatment, healing, self-analyzation, etc. Cheryl combines the writer side and the therapeutic side, always in ways that startle and amaze me. She's a great memoirist, her memories are rich and applicable. On the podcast she was always referencing her mother (I lost my own mother to cancer when I was only 14,) and sometimes I found her constant mentions tired. But with the larger context here in the book you're reminded that that loss is NEVER tired, how it lives and breathes in different iterations in different pains, how it opens you up as a person and a writer. Shame on me for forgetting, but alas, I am imperfect. But so is Cheryl, and I'll always love her.
Maybe one day I will get to workshop with her and tell her just how much I admire her and her work.