In her latest post, Flea has created another one of her trademark brilliance. One part amusing observations, two parts moving tales from motherhood, and eight parts Southern-girlhood memoir. (It goes to eleven!)
Flea such is a gifted writer. I don't know how she remembers her childhood so clearly, and how she's able to write about it so movingly, so evocatively. There's absolutely a book percolating in her soul. It's not that anything so unusual happened in her childhood—it's how beautifully she captures the mind of the child she once was, the children we all used to be. I look forward to the day she's got enough time to put all those essays in order for a mighty compelling book. Damn, that's some great writing. Go. Read. It. Now.
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She's awesome! I read it. I cried. I commented. I want to read more!
Mona and everyone else, it's a little time-consuming to isolate the gigantic memoir posts at One Good Thing, but it could be worth your while. (The search function in the blue Blogger menu bar should make it a little easier.) Search for Volvo to find the awesome post about her adolescence (rich kids, waitresses, a Volvo). Try searching for poo or poop to find one in which she and another kid made little artworks out of dog poo (poo and poop figure into a lot of posts, though). I can't think of specific key words for other fantastic posts, but they're all there in those chronological archives.
thanks for the link, i really enjoyed it!
I read her almost daily and order stuff from her, too. She's so cool!
Thanks!
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