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| Hannah signs her books at Barnes & Noble in Warwick, RI. |
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"Back Pain”
RWW Writing Technique: Writing Through The Tight Spots
Mariane L'Abbate
It’s not debilitating, just persistent, uncomfortable. Every once in a while, I have the sensation that the two bones are not attached, as though my skeleton could walk off in two different directions if it so chose. As I get older, I worry more about my aches and pains. I’m actually starting to believe that my bones could come apart, no matter how many calcium tablets I pop. Today, there is a small knot of acute pain right above my left hip bone, near the small of my back. It’s been there for about twenty-four hours, almost as if my lower back and hip bones predicted Hannah’s request. Not me, my bones. My bones hold time, they hold my past, they probably hold my emotional past. When I take the Blissful Back class at Innerlight, it’s as though I give the emotional me permission to take care of back and bones me. I give myself permission to feel the pain, to face it, respect it. It’s like I’m suddenly allowed to worship at the altar of back pain. Little by little, over the years, I have begun the process of deconstructing my back pain. A chiropractor once told me that I dislocated my right hip when I fell on my left hip. And I used to believe that accident, at fourteen, was the beginning of my story. But I don’t think it is, not any more. I think that accident happened because I needed to knock some feeling back into my life, and the only way to do it was to inflict pain on the part of me that was most numb. When I take the Blissful Back class and I give myself over to the slow, gentle exercises and I trust the teacher to press my bones against the supports in place for every one of us who take the class, the sorrow wells up from that deep place of memory in my back. It fills up my abdomen and my chest. And even though I am lying on my back in a room full of strangers, I cry. The tears spill out of me, out of the corners of my eyes onto the mat beneath me. Sometimes I wipe them away with my hands, but most of the time, I try to just let them go. Because I hope I can just let at least some of the sorrow go. When the character of my back pain changes, I wonder — no, I hope — that the sorrow is changing, lessening, coming from another source so I can finally exhaust all the sources.<< Previous Page |
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Paperback
Size : 6 x 9
Pages: 118
ISBN: 0-595-31265-9
Published: Mar-2004 |
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"Hannah Goodman has written a wonderfully witty, engrossing and hilarious novel about sisters and their relationships. Her prose is dead on and her scenes flow effortlessly from one to the other. I can't remember the last time I stayed up to finish a book, but I had to finish My Sister’s Wedding!"
Rosemary O’Brien, Author of First Saturday
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In the 2005 fall issue of East Bay Living, syndicated columnist cited several famous authors like Grisham and Patricia Cornwell as her favorite authors. She also added, "I also like local authors. There's a young adult book (My Sister's Wedding) by Hannah Goodman, a teacher who lives in Bristol (RI). It has great dialogue."
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Paperback
Size : 6 x 9
Pages: 144
ISBN: 0-595-39430-2
Published: May-2004 6 |
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