I chose this book for a year-long book challenge. The prompt for this one? "By an author who shares your name."
Over the past few decades I've read lots of Connie Schultz's columns. Any time I had a chance. Not only is she a fine writer whose work is fluid, cogent, and clear, but it is also filled with compassion and heart. I leapt at the chance to read this collection, Life Happens.
I was not disappointed.
The surprise is that these columns, written for the Cleveland Plain Dealer between 2001 and 2005, are completely relevant in 2022. Schultz addresses "a country deeply divided," attacks against the "other" and the need for acceptance, whether they are other races, other religions, other nationalities, other genders, other socio/economic statuses. She touches on divorce and remarriage, on blue collar workers, on helping those who need it ("They aren't con artists. They are fellow human beings who can't quite believe what has happened to their American dream").
She talks about values different kinds of families:
When I was a kid, no one talked about family values. We just lived them, one dad at a time, as best we could. In our working-class neighborhood, we had married parents, widowed parents, divorced parents, and neighbors who never married but acted like surrogate parents to every kid on the street. When my mom went to work as a nurse's aid, no one suggested she was abandoning her children. Maybe it's because they knew she was trying to make it possible for her children to do what she never got to do, which is got to college. Maybe they just thought it was none of their business...These days, it seems that everyone has an opinion on what it means to be a family, who qualifies and who doesn't. But just like the families on the streets of my childhood, most homes are filled with people doing the best they can.
Schultz illustrates with stories of folks around Cleveland, where she lives and works, and those of her own family. All of them are emblematic of people all over the Unites States. I read aloud to my husband her essay on her father in his blue collar job. I had difficulty getting through it, fighting back my tight throat and teary eyes.
She talks of the unutterable pain of parents sending their children off to war and what happens to the family and the community when those mighty soldiers come home in body bags. She addresses those whose goal is to force their faith on all others, extreme right wing conservative "Christians" who "[claim] they own the only map to Salvation." She says, "I was raised to believe that being a Christian meant fixing ourselves and helping others, not the other way around." Yes.
These stories, though, are not all heavy. There is laughter as well as tears. She is hilarious in relating, for instance, the ordeals of getting a teenager out of bed in the morning, in getting them a driver's license, of the joy of coaching a child's soft-ball team, or the poignancy of sending them off to college, of the inestimable joy of finding true love in a second, happy marriage.
Schultz doesn't throw stones from a glass house; she admits to her own faults and prejudices and her lifelong struggle to overcome them, to treat others with care and love and empathy. It's what makes her essays so deeply engaging. She beckons us into her thoughtful world: "You might spot someone you know in the stories here. Maybe you'll even find a glimpse of yourself. Yes, yes, I know each of us is unique, but life happens in ways that bind us..."
Indeed.
Outstanding.
Highly recommended.