tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post6497061647793472668..comments2024-03-27T05:16:32.416-04:00Comments on my madeleine: Tomato SoupMollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17344473202233770084noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post-5552369976939867562013-02-19T12:45:22.398-05:002013-02-19T12:45:22.398-05:00Hi, Molly. I'm looking for the tomato soup wit...Hi, Molly. I'm looking for the tomato soup with chickpeas that you mention in your wonderful book. I don't see it here. Thanks. Carola in CaliforniaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post-13166368054192248432011-04-10T06:06:30.621-04:002011-04-10T06:06:30.621-04:00Ive just finished my dinner, but now I want this. ...Ive just finished my dinner, but now I want this. delicious. <br />Miss TMiss Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15049049486292603860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post-23069850610814920352011-04-01T16:08:28.713-04:002011-04-01T16:08:28.713-04:00Molly, thanks so much for sharing your story. I th...Molly, thanks so much for sharing your story. I think it's almost impossible to compare such debilitating injuries as yours and mine, or even Lyman Ward's, as each one comes with its own challenges, trajectory, and state of mind. No matter what, it's a terrifying experience to lose control. I'm so glad you can walk and bike along the Charles, two of my most favorite things to do. xoxoMollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17344473202233770084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12829830.post-54426010379070566422011-04-01T10:53:09.848-04:002011-04-01T10:53:09.848-04:00Many years ago, when I was a freshman in college, ...Many years ago, when I was a freshman in college, a foolish dance move on my part resulted in a destroyed patella and a cast that went from my ankle to my pelvis. My injury is nothing like the one you suffered and have made such an astounding recovery from, but I do understand that feeling of slow lonely months on my mom’s couch (in Western Mass), and that horrible feeling of not being able to care for myself. I don’t remember reading during the recovery or writing a word; just a ton of self-pity and crying. After the couch, the hardest part was navigating my way around my college campus: built in a century where handicapped people were not discussed, the cobblestoned paths were unforgiving on my metal crutches. After nearly a year of physical therapy the doctors declared I could never run, ski or get down and boogie ever again. Thank you for the book recommendation. And thank you for reminding me of how lucky I am to be able to walk and ride my bicycle along the Charles.Mollyhttp://www.cheapbeets.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com