Dear Leah , I am Zinta's aunt …..and having had a nervous breakdown in my 30 ‘s followed by the suicide of my partner in my 40’s….when you think that you will never recover ever…amazingly you do.
It takes time of course, good friends, a belief in yourself and slowly slowly slowly the fog seems to lift.
You are an amazingly talented writer with 2 beautiful boys .
I laughed when I read ‘Christ I hate this fucking city.’
I began to hate Los Angeles during lockdown. Suddenly it was a dirty, violent, militarized trap.
My contempt was reinforced by a few cool anti-LA quotes:
“The fucking place should be wiped off the face of the Earth” - David Bowie in the 70s.
“Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really dropped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everybody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.” - Michael Connolly in one of his novels.
Anyone can use those quotes. Just replace ”Los Angeles” with your despised city.
Eventually I scored 5 shots of Pfizer and started skating and playing hockey again. Feeling much better. Meeting new people at the rink. Having fun discovering the way people skate and shoot nowadays.
I read your memoir during the LA Covid Death Spiral.
They have Where You End and I Begin in the collection in the LA Public Library.
With the border closed, sirens blaring, and ghetto birds rumbling above my crappy bars-on-the-window apartment, it was comforting to read a well-written memoir with all kinds of references to Toronto.
Last summer I read Sinead O’Connor’s memoir Rememberings.
Sinead did a lot of cool stuff after she ripped up her mother's photo of the pope on TV.
They tried to cancel her but she went to Jamaica and recored a reggae album with Sly and Robbie. And then she did a rap tune about the Irish famine. And lots of other cool stuff too.
I realized as I read her memoir that I had never really listened to Nothing Compares to You before. Hear about it but I never actually listened to it.
Loved your whole list and can relate to it. You’ve had a hell of a time and I admire your grit and humor. Keep doing what you’re doing. Happy New Year!
Happy New Year, you beautiful, talented, open-hearted woman!
Never lose sight of why we have large windscreens and small rear view mirrors.
🤗
HNY to you Jack!
Wishing and your boys a very happy 2023🙏❤️🥂
And to you Gina! xxx
Dear Leah , I am Zinta's aunt …..and having had a nervous breakdown in my 30 ‘s followed by the suicide of my partner in my 40’s….when you think that you will never recover ever…amazingly you do.
It takes time of course, good friends, a belief in yourself and slowly slowly slowly the fog seems to lift.
You are an amazingly talented writer with 2 beautiful boys .
Oh Sandy, what a heartening message! This gives me hope — needless to say Zinta is a rock.
Hi Leah,
I laughed when I read ‘Christ I hate this fucking city.’
I began to hate Los Angeles during lockdown. Suddenly it was a dirty, violent, militarized trap.
My contempt was reinforced by a few cool anti-LA quotes:
“The fucking place should be wiped off the face of the Earth” - David Bowie in the 70s.
“Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really dropped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everybody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.” - Michael Connolly in one of his novels.
Anyone can use those quotes. Just replace ”Los Angeles” with your despised city.
Eventually I scored 5 shots of Pfizer and started skating and playing hockey again. Feeling much better. Meeting new people at the rink. Having fun discovering the way people skate and shoot nowadays.
I read your memoir during the LA Covid Death Spiral.
They have Where You End and I Begin in the collection in the LA Public Library.
With the border closed, sirens blaring, and ghetto birds rumbling above my crappy bars-on-the-window apartment, it was comforting to read a well-written memoir with all kinds of references to Toronto.
Last summer I read Sinead O’Connor’s memoir Rememberings.
Sinead did a lot of cool stuff after she ripped up her mother's photo of the pope on TV.
They tried to cancel her but she went to Jamaica and recored a reggae album with Sly and Robbie. And then she did a rap tune about the Irish famine. And lots of other cool stuff too.
I realized as I read her memoir that I had never really listened to Nothing Compares to You before. Hear about it but I never actually listened to it.
Ever see this? The bass player is Clare Kenny.
https://youtu.be/JyLnbjtBLX4
Or this?
https://youtu.be/NAOKzvL8dgk
Yes, there’s a point where it begins to seem like people live in cities just for the pleasure of shit bagging them!
Leah, you wrote a BOOK! Not bad? I wish! Happy New Year ❤️
I did — and you can too Mary!
🤞🤞🤞
Loved your whole list and can relate to it. You’ve had a hell of a time and I admire your grit and humor. Keep doing what you’re doing. Happy New Year!