Waking Up Diarrhea And Vomiting

The elegance of the widow, Alice Ferney

is a tiny book I had on my shelf for several months now, and I caught my last fill for insomnia. I had heard of the property in mask and feather I think, and it was deserved.

Soon page, and with sensitivity, Alice Ferney depicts the life cycle of women in it has more constant: dive into the unknown of marriage with more or less success, bringing children into the world again and again, and bury its dead, pretending to stay alive and possibly gay, to not frighten the coming generation, that children do not know right away that after a certain point, life is more than an accumulation of scars ...

attachment of men and women to their husbands, women with their children, is well described, and touched me. If the overall lesson seems a bit pessimistic, but perhaps it is I who am right now, it resonates with what I perceive life after having traveled more than halfway there ... You do not become stronger as time passes, as one might think at 20 or 30 years watching our mothers. On the contrary, it weakens. Because the disappearances are piling up, leaving gaps that nothing fills, because the new pain revive older, because you know you have no time nor strength, nor youth, for all over again. We can give the changes, but basically it is to live a heart that weeps in secret those he has lost ...

Going through some lecture notes on the net, such as the band's website reading, I say in fact, one might think that this is especially the plight of our mothers, grandmothers, great grandmothers, and that this endless cycle is over, now that women are "free" to build their lives as they wish, work, divorce, refusing even to have children ... And of course, the harsh criticism of a social system for oppressing women underlies the narrative. But it still affects us all, except perhaps the youngest, and that is fortunate, because there is still a kind of permanence in this life cycle, regardless of "the status of woman "in society. Work outside, have an intellectual life, all this does not alter the case: we are beings of flesh and blood, for whom the sentimental attachments are generally more powerful than any other "entertainment" in the sense that Pascal wrote. Meet the widow of a man who loves, or lose a child, be a terrible ordeal, regardless of the time.