So–I’m looking out my window and this big old black crow is yelling at me in a hoarse voice. Staring right at me as I type and demanding that I pay attention. A friend’s words about the dead and how their souls take up residence in birds for a time after their death haunts me, makes me pay attention. How crazy do I sound?

Ok–so this will be a pretty disjointed post, to go along with how my mind works in abstract distracted thought patterns. Also why I have 10 different ideas for themes of my next book, and have started none yet.

First, watching mind junk TV last night I couldn’t help but draw parallels from Desperate Housewives to Replacement Child. How absurd is that? But, the plane crash into the little house, the killed and injured and saved, the subsequent loss of a child (Lynette’s baby) are so thematically reminiscent of my memoir, that I couldn’t let go of it. Will Lynette’s surviving twin be a replacement child? Will they continue to develop on the theme of her loss of her child as they started to do in last night’s episode?

And, then I see that Replacement Child just got a new review posted today that notes that the book would be a good read for those who counsel people who are going through the grieving process. I was delighted to see that they thought Replacement Child could be of some help in that regard. Even though the specifics of tragedies may differ, grief is remarkably the same. It is a process, and a little bird told me that it lessens but does not fly away.