Pia's Nest: Take The Alberta Exit.

August 04, 2006

Take The Alberta Exit.

I read one of my stories for the first time in front of my 16-year-old son, in Portland, at a reading that Kevin Sampsell was kind enough to put together. The piece is rough - about a woman who gets her hand cut off and is left for dead in the NM desert, but it's all fiction, and I figured it'd be a gentler way to expose him to my stories. The reading was at Tour Des Crepes, and A ordered fresh lemonade and a nutella and banana sinfest, and sat in the back with his dad at a tiny round table. I was nervous, but proud in a kid-reading-for-her-parent way. A strangely comforting role-reversal. A had concerns about the ending and we talked about forgiveness, the arrogance of the woman's blessing which he saw as a necessary thing, on the drive to the restaurant where we met friends for dinner. But a discussion opened up over the next few days about what my family will think of my first book, (I'm not sure), and if they'll be upset when some of the details looks familiar, (I'm not sure), if they'll be proud, (I'm not sure), or angry, (possibly), and how a writer can't hear footsteps when you're fifty yards down the field and some story's thrown you not the truth, but its truth.

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I wish I could have been there. What a wonderful way for you and A to bond.
And your last sentence: oh, yes.

a song by katrina, recorded at 6:33 AM

What a great young man he is, Pia. I love that he is fearless in asking you quesitons about the story. Clearly, his head's in the right place.

a song by Myfanwy Collins, recorded at 7:48 AM

I can only imagine he is proud.

Your truth has heart. No need to worry.

hugs

deb

a song by deb Ice, recorded at 11:53 AM

Pia, I'm reading this as I watch my toddler putting rocks in his old Halloween pumpkin, and thinking about you and A. It's hard to imagine William reading what I write, but I suppose he will someday. And when he does, I'd like to be able to talk to him about a story the way you did with Andrew.

a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:02 PM

a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:03 PM

a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:04 PM

a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:09 PM

a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:10 PM

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a song by Stephanie, recorded at 7:01 PM

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					August 04, 2006 Take The Alberta Exit. I read one of my stories for the first time in front of my 16-year-old son, in Portland, at a reading that Kevin Sampsell was kind enough to put together. The piece is rough - about a woman who gets her hand cut off and is left for dead in the NM desert, but it's all fiction, and I figured it'd be a gentler way to expose him to my stories. The reading was at Tour Des Crepes, and A ordered fresh lemonade and a nutella and banana sinfest, and sat in the back with his dad at a tiny round table. I was nervous, but proud in a kid-reading-for-her-parent way. A strangely comforting role-reversal. A had concerns about the ending and we talked about forgiveness, the arrogance of the woman's blessing which he saw as a necessary thing, on the drive to the restaurant where we met friends for dinner. But a discussion opened up over the next few days about what my family will think of my first book, (I'm not sure), and if they'll be upset when some of the details looks familiar, (I'm not sure), if they'll be proud, (I'm not sure), or angry, (possibly), and how a writer can't hear footsteps when you're fifty yards down the field and some story's thrown you not the truth, but its truth. hosted by Pia, posted by pia permalink :: songs { there are 10 } :: sing to me :: feed me 10 Songs: I wish I could have been there. What a wonderful way for you and A to bond. And your last sentence: oh, yes. a song by katrina, recorded at 6:33 AM What a great young man he is, Pia. I love that he is fearless in asking you quesitons about the story. Clearly, his head's in the right place. a song by Myfanwy Collins, recorded at 7:48 AM I can only imagine he is proud. Your truth has heart. No need to worry. hugs deb a song by deb Ice, recorded at 11:53 AM Pia, I'm reading this as I watch my toddler putting rocks in his old Halloween pumpkin, and thinking about you and A. It's hard to imagine William reading what I write, but I suppose he will someday. And when he does, I'd like to be able to talk to him about a story the way you did with Andrew. a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:02 PM Pia, I'm reading this as I watch my toddler putting rocks in his old Halloween pumpkin, and thinking about you and A. It's hard to imagine William reading what I write, but I suppose he will someday. And when he does, I'd like to be able to talk to him about a story the way you did with Andrew. -Claudia a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:03 PM Pia, I'm reading this as I watch my toddler putting rocks in his old Halloween pumpkin, and thinking about you and A. It's hard to imagine William reading what I write, but I suppose he will someday. And when he does, I'd like to be able to talk to him about a story the way you did with Andrew. a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:03 PM Pia, I'm reading this as I watch my toddler putting rocks in his old Halloween pumpkin, and thinking about you and A. It's hard to imagine William reading what I write, but I suppose he will someday. And when he does, I'd like to be able to talk to him about a story the way you did with Andrew. -Claudia a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:04 PM Pia, I'm reading this as I watch my toddler putting rocks in his old Halloween pumpkin, and thinking about you and A. It's hard to imagine William reading what I write, but I suppose he will someday. And when he does, I'd like to be able to talk to him about a story the way you did with Andrew. a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:09 PM Pia, I'm reading this as I watch my toddler putting rocks in his old Halloween pumpkin, and thinking about you and A. It's hard to imagine William reading what I write, but I suppose he will someday. And when he does, I'd like to be able to talk to him about a story the way you did with Andrew. a song by Anonymous, recorded at 5:10 PM Pia!!!! a song by Stephanie, recorded at 7:01 PM sing to me recently Secret Confessions Of The Applewood PTA. \| Partly True Stories. \| Stars. \| Open Road. \| Happiness. \| Closer. \| Elimae. \| Forgiving Garden. \| Congo. \| Bounty. \| aviary July 2003 \| August 2003 \| September 2003 \| October 2003 \| November 2003 \| December 2003 \| January 2004 \| February 2004 \| March 2004 \| April 2004 \| May 2004 \| June 2004 \| July 2004 \| August 2004 \| October 2004 \| November 2004 \| December 2004 \| January 2005 \| February 2005 \| March 2005 \| April 2005 \| May 2005 \| June 2005 \| July 2005 \| August 2005 \| September 2005 \| October 2005 \| November 2005 \| December 2005 \| January 2006 \| February 2006 \| March 2006 \| April 2006 \| May 2006 \| June 2006 \| August 2006 \| September 2006 \| October 2006 \| November 2006 \| December 2006 \| January 2007 \| February 2007 \| March 2007 \| April 2007 \| May 2007 \| June 2007 \| July 2007 \| August 2007 \| September 2007 \| October 2007 \| November 2007 \| December 2007 \|					All text and images copyright 2003-2007 Pia Z. Ehrhardt.

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