tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post5280845470350741558..comments2023-03-14T18:24:32.528-07:00Comments on A Day in the Life: Re-introducing the BoyTeacher Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10909496352850688256noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-44604046837631183582014-03-16T14:28:05.318-07:002014-03-16T14:28:05.318-07:00That sweatshirt... it's an object that conveys...That sweatshirt... it's an object that conveys so much. You needed a hug wherever and whenever... and that's what you received.Stacey Shubitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17903206728640184043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-28343253352252439822014-03-12T19:02:11.092-07:002014-03-12T19:02:11.092-07:00This story gives just enough suspense to keep us h...This story gives just enough suspense to keep us hanging. You have an amazing way with words. The sweatshirt was the perfect gift from the boy. A hug any time. Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18102939630771341497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-53214171908516224742014-03-11T18:39:23.353-07:002014-03-11T18:39:23.353-07:00You definitely have a storytelling flair. I am so ...You definitely have a storytelling flair. I am so sorry to hear about your loss - and so anxious to hear more of this memoir.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-40044384252521134732014-03-11T17:38:44.634-07:002014-03-11T17:38:44.634-07:00I just went back and read each slice from the mont...I just went back and read each slice from the month to catch up on this story. Each written with such raw emotion and the build up you've created is so thought provoking. Wondering what will happen next, I applaud you on a job well done so far on this journey you are taking through writing. It is the kind of journey one must take when experiencing such a loss. REALLY well done pieces. Betsy Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10492340502962987362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-32903768998828862572014-03-11T17:26:07.098-07:002014-03-11T17:26:07.098-07:00What a nice gesture! Your writing speaks from your...What a nice gesture! Your writing speaks from your heart. Keep it up.Pat Hollowayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02173780616018870845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-5850094460938495182014-03-11T17:22:47.292-07:002014-03-11T17:22:47.292-07:00"...hugged me like I wasn't fragile and b..."...hugged me like I wasn't fragile and breakable..." You felt different, he still felt the same and just wanted to help through unimaginable sorrow. He couldn't imagine grown-up decisions (like college) and has had suddenly been thrust into... This.Chris H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09342945061771571638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-80619125588462184362014-03-11T17:09:31.981-07:002014-03-11T17:09:31.981-07:00Wow! What a powerful story. Such imagery (sweatsh...Wow! What a powerful story. Such imagery (sweatshirt that gets softer with each wash and wear, like a hug all the time). The emotions that were depicted in the last line were heartbreaking. I am left with a lot of wondering.shogemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06578664657000177364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-91368912362078035302014-03-11T17:08:09.147-07:002014-03-11T17:08:09.147-07:00Thanks for sharing your heart. The anguish is vis...Thanks for sharing your heart. The anguish is visceral and is conveyed as such.Chris H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09342945061771571638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-91891050329755910192014-03-11T16:58:00.512-07:002014-03-11T16:58:00.512-07:00After reading this, I had to go back to read the r...After reading this, I had to go back to read the rest of your story. It is heart wrenching and I'm sure difficult to write about. The boy's tenderheartedness has come through in each of your slices and especially in this one when he said: "It's like a hug all the time". Thank you for sharing this difficult time in your life.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12901374472056625859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-292167701174131442014-03-11T16:02:20.905-07:002014-03-11T16:02:20.905-07:00I had to go back and catch up on your posts after ...I had to go back and catch up on your posts after reading this today! This is a powerful story you are telling. I'm both waiting for and dreading the next installment! I will definitely be reading!Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01132042235993262800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161418506981671766.post-11973247040693886902014-03-11T15:23:56.537-07:002014-03-11T15:23:56.537-07:00This is a moving story. I like the authorial intr...This is a moving story. I like the authorial intrusion: "The boy is re-introduced to the story..." It puts us inside and outside of the narrative at once. Also, I like that you call him "the boy" instead of giving his name. That makes him stand out more and might be a little bit of foreshadowing. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15211633218391501581noreply@blogger.com