This is my latest article for Psychology Today. Read it here.
I recently finished Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s “Gift From The Sea.” Although it is only a little more than 120 pages (and small pages at that) it took me months to read. This isn’t because I found it irrelevant or boring; quite the contrary, I wanted to savor it. I only read it at the beach, and never read more than a chapter in a sitting. I wanted her thoughts about life and relationships to sink in, marinate inside of me.
The book is touted as being for women, and even more initially off-putting, for women from over half a century ago. Despite what might seem a limitation, the observations within remain …