Las palabras justas

This is a diary of sad days and happy days, written without artifice, without false modesty or pompous pretension. Face masks occasionally appear in these pages, but above all, life shines through: children, loves, yoga classes, visits to the psychiatrist, chance encounters, reunions, walks around the neighborhood, writing as a daily exercise... And seduction and the passage of time also appear, along with disquisitions on true elegance, Proust, Chekhov's literary and life lessons, the emotion that brought tears to my eyes at Spielberg's West Side Story, and a hilarious list of reader types observed during long book signings at fairs. And love, always love.