Read It Somewhere tagged me in a meme-ish kind of thing. I’m supposed to answer her questions and then ask some of my own, but I was never good at playing by the rules so here ya go. Her questions, my answers. (Her answers are on her Tumblr, which is linked above.)
1. Song that best describes your life, who you are or what you’ve experienced.
My most favorite song in the history of ever is “Bye Bye Blackbird” by Joe Cocker. But I’ve always said that Simon & Garfunkel’s “Keep the Customer Satisfied” was written about me. “And I’m one step ahead of the shoe shine, two steps away from the county line…just tryin’ to keep my customers satisfied…”
2. What is the one movie that makes you cry every time you see it. And why.
Up and Bridge to Terabithia. Why? Loss. Loss of your very best friend, which for me is my husband, my mother, and Heather. I cannot fathom that pain.These two movies illustrate loss so beautifully… but it hurts me to watch.
3. What three words best describe your mother?
Lovely, southern, cantankerous. I named both my daughters after her, so it’s okay that I deem her cantankerous.
4. What stereotype about your age/demographic and/or station in life applies to you the least?
I’m a stay-at-home mother. Therefore I’m bored/angry/sad because I don’t have a “career,” I’m sexually repressed (so I read 50 Shades of Gray), and I harbor scads of resentment toward my husband and/or children. I’m also an evangelical Christian, so I’m racist and homophobic, and I don’t drink alcoholic beverages or view rated-R movies. And I’m voting for Mitt Romney. Of course. (Gag.)
5. What was the last book you loved?
Loved enough to put in my top 5? Jellicoe Road, naturally. The Cove by Ron Rash and The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern are recent favorites.
6. Write your last Craigslist Missed Connection. (Pretend you are into that kind of thing, what would have happened?)
I have no idea what a Craigslist Missed Connection is and I’m too tired to Google.
7. Best concert you’ve ever been to.
John Denver with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra at Chastain Park, in 1993. I was with my friend, Jennifer, who was a teacher at my high school. She was just 8 years older and never actually taught me—because we were girlfriends—and I’d just graduated. Jennifer succumbed to cancer two years ago. She was far too young and beautiful. I cherish the memory of John Denver, our picnic at Chastain Park Amphitheater, and 10,000 people singing, “Friends around the campfire and everybody’s hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh…”
8. Which do you think is more likely: angelic/demonic Armageddon or zombie apocalypse?
'Yes, I am coming soon.” Revelation 22:20
(But I also think the threat of zombies is real. People should take zombies more seriously.)
9. If you were a professional singer, what would your style be?
Amy Lee (of Evanesance), Ann Wilson (of Heart), and Grace Potter are my favorite female voices. They’re all badass rockers. Would that I could sing “Sweet Sacrifice” like Amy, “Love Alive” like Ann, or “Apologies” as soulfully as Grace. Sigh…
10. You’re taking a road trip across the lower 48. What 3 places are on your Must Stop To See list?
I have to pick four: Athens, Georgia, the Mississippi Delta, New Orleans, and Austin. Strictly for the music but also because the South is my lifeblood. (Okay, and Vermont in the fall…all those colorful trees!)
11. Tell the story of the best date you ever went on.
It wasn’t a date, because we were in junior high, but I was with Jonathan Waldorf (oh my stars, he was so FINE, and he could kiss like it was his sole life skill) at his house. His parents were gone (scandalous!) and we listened to 2 Live Crew and Drivin’ n’ Cryin’ while making out for hours on the couch in his living room. Looking back now I realize we probably thought the whole scene was very John Hughes-esque, because this was the 80’s, and we were just so mature. But I was 14 and he was 15, so we most definitely looked ridiculous. To this day, however, I rank it has my favorite make-out session. Because here I am, 37 years old, and I still remember so much about that night. Sigh…
WHERE WERE MY PARENTS? (Aka the theme of my teenage years.)
EW’s Mandi Bierly selects The Man in the Moon, in which 14-year-old Reese Witherspoon learns that postcoital bliss and tractors don’t mix. Your Tumblrer would probably vote for Bridge to Terabithia, a kiddie snuff book that’s probably making some 3rd-grader sob at this very moment.
Indeed, Bridge to Terabithia brings forth the ugliest, snottiest, I can’t breathe of my cries. But it wasn’t the first.
Bambiruined me for life. To this day I no longer watch animal-based films, with the exception of War Horse. Which also scarred me. Because, ANIMALS IN PERIL.
“I look over to the other side of the road and watch Griggs as he walks. It’s a lazy walk but so full of confidence that you want to be standing behind him all the way. How does Jonah get to be a ten? He sits on the train with me when we’re fourteen and he weeps, tearing at his hair, bashing his head with the palm of his hand, self-hatred pouring out of him like blood from a gut wound in a war movie, and for the first time in my whole life I have a purpose. I am the holder of the grief and pain and guilt and passion of Jonah Griggs and as we sit huddled on the floor of the carriage, he allows me to hold him, to say, “Shhh, Jonah, it wasn’t your fault.” While his body still shakes from the convulsions, he takes hold of my hand and links my fingers with his and I feel someone else’s pain for the first time that I can remember.”—