Death by angel food cake
I read an essay by Beth Patterson while at Tybee Island with my family recently, and have been thinking about it ever since. And so, I invite you to read it.Here’s the beginning, the context:
"As I live into the pilgrimage of Patti Digh’s 37 days exercise on what we might be experiencing if indeed we had ‘only’ 37 days to live, I’ve found myself going through layers of experience. I’m dreaming a lot, and not remembering any of them. I’m all over the place in my daily life–content, anxious, exasperated with myself, feeling sick in my body (for real), and sometimes very at peace and knowing that today, indeed, is a good day to die."
And here’s the extraordinary story of Edie and her angel food cake. Read it.
I have long wanted to write a story about the extraordinary will of Virginia Woolf, walking into that river with stones in her pocket. "Not to take the stones out," I would call it. And now, an extraordinary story of angel food cake, of knowing when.
My thanks, Beth.