Emily, this is your fire. When we build a fire down at the lake, I name it. I’ve named fires for Ellie (often) and for police officers and for firefighters and in honor of 9-11 and for lots of new babies like Charlie and Felix and Miles and Arthur and Ian and Cooper and Jonathan and Gloriana. So much love goes up into the heavens, whether or not I know your gods (I just typed dogs, by the way). Last night, my fire-naming ceremony went something like this: “You fire, you be strong and brave. You be healthy and happy. And know you are loved. You burn, Emily. You burn.”
About Ginny O'Donnell
After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see.
Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we?
Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!
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Ginny, that’s a beautiful thought. I’m so flattered that I am included among new babies and other important people. LOVE you!