August 2019
In the past months, I have generously been invited to speak to book club groups who have kindly given their time and attention to reading Life with an Impossible Person. I’ve also just recorded an interview for KGNU radio station (Boulder, Longmont, and Fort Collins, Colorado) with broadcaster, Kathy Partridge, who also read the book and thought it would make an interesting conversation on the air (I will share the digital file when I have it). I am deeply honored by each person who gives her or his time to the book.
Being the anxious and insecure person that I am (despite what I have long been told is a calm, confident, and competent exterior), the thought of being asked and having to answer questions on the spot sent flickers of angst up and down my spine. My anxious and insecure response to this was to write my own questions … guessing what people might be inclined to ask … and then spending the time (good student-like) to articulate answers. Once a student … always a student?
Having pondered, responded, revised, and responded yet again to my own questions … and having finally come up with responses that felt honest and hopefully not defensive, it then struck me that I could not go into groups or an interview and read my answers to the questions I had fashioned. Yikes. What then?
Again, the academic in me took to reading and rereading my words, hoping to become familiar with, and hence, ready to respond (should people ask the questions I’d written). Are you getting my absurdity here?
Well, the groups were kind, gentle, curious. Kathy Partridge, with whom I did share my questions, was compassionate and articulate. I did not need my notes. After all, I was talking about experience, my experience. Notes? Ha!
Nonetheless, because people asked other questions … or similar questions in different ways … and because I was talking from the uncomfortably nerve-racking position of being the center of attention (a position I’d happily put down in 2014 as I picked up my slice of retirement-from-24 years-of-teaching-cake) … some of what I wanted to say naturally didn’t get said.
When I returned home from yesterday’s book discussion and found my abandoned notes lying on the desk, I recalled my writing group’s suggestion that I could share in blog posts all those parts of the memoir I bemoaned cutting (to meet the standard notions of the appropriate word-length for an appropriate memoir … Who decides? Who counts words?!). So, why not these current notes?
There is this longing to be understood by others that quickly follows the desire to understand myself. It is, I’m guessing, one of those things that make us unique as human beings. So, this post offers the thoughts that only seem to emerge un-spontaneously with the time given to reflection. Forgive me for the absurd length of this post. There are few opportunities granted to explain and re-explain oneself. Blogging makes this possible. Of course, you can skip questions that are of no interest. Of course, you can skip the whole thing! However, once again, dear reader, I share hoping my words may touch and articulate some of your own longings and feelings.
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Question: Why did you choose to write such a personal memoir?
Answer: I didn’t choose … at first. As someone who has always made sense and meaning via writing, I felt compelled to write to find a way to comprehend the incomprehensibility of death. This sense that the world is upended, forever changed is part of grief for many, especially in the first days, weeks, or months. With Philip’s death, life as I’d known it was permanently interrupted … deconstructed. I needed to write my way into and through the dark tunnel of grief.
Then, I realized that no one – neither family nor friends – knew what had happened in the last months (or longer) of Philip’s life. So, I wanted to give this back to them – to give Philip back to his son, his sisters, and brother, his niece, and nephews. I did this in the medium most natural to me — writing.
Huge learning and humbling have come from finding that few of these people for whom I thought I was writing have read the book (Philip’s brother, Don, being the exception). I know they each have their reasons – including, perhaps, finding it impossible to voluntarily step into the pain that reading this book will open. I am slowly learning – over and over again – that essential lesson: no expectations.
I just heard Elizabeth Gilbert respond to a similar question about why she wrote her very personal Eat, Pray, Love. She said (I’m paraphrasing) that anything she can do to help others feel that life is even a little less strange is what she wants to do. Anything I can do to make grief just a little less strange and crazymaking is something I want to do. I hope this book does that for some.
Question: Why did you choose this title?
Answer: Anyone who knew Philip, knew how eccentric, uncommon, and brilliantly creative his mind and psyche were … and anyone who knew how stubbornly committed he was to his beliefs and values, agrees that this is a perfect title. Living beside someone like this is a lifelong challenge … a no-charge daily personal growth workshop. We’d once seen a book in an antique bookstore. Its title was Impossible People. (It was old and out of print then, and sadly, I’ve never been able to find it again.) Even at that time – this was very early in our relationship — it struck me as a great title for a book about Philip. I often spluttered, “You’re impossible!” in moments of frustration.
It’s funny; I’ve since been surprised by so many people – mostly women – who nod and say something like, “Yeah … I live with one of those, too.” So, the title unexpectedly speaks to many.
Question: Tell me more about writing the book and the challenges you faced?
Answer: I began writing … journaling … while we were at the fasting retreat in Costa Rica. (I’ve been a journal writer on and off since childhood, thanks to my mom.) In the three long months of Philip’s sad slide toward death, I didn’t want to voice fear aloud. Didn’t want to plant doubt or add my fear to what he was feeling. So, writing was my outlet.
In the months after his death, I also had to write. There were so many conflicting feelings racing around in me. When a friend encouraged me to write a memoir, it seemed like the next natural thing to do. It was a way to stay close to Philip … and to grief. In the first weeks after Philip died, I read Joan Didion’s book, The Year of Magical Thinking and Joyce Carol Oates’ book The Widow’s Story. Those books articulated the swirling mess of emotions that were engulfing me. I needed to write for myself … and later, for others.
Challenges? I was extremely wrapped up in the book. It was keeping the pain close and alive – which was hard but, I felt, necessary. Healing (for me) required staying with the pain –taking it with me on walks, sitting in coffee houses, or collapsing by the lake in City Park. It was the way to feel Philip’s continued presence.
Now, four and a half years later, when pain is no longer raw and jagged, I am sometimes startled, jarred to find his absence no longer frightening, unsettling, unnerving. Like it or not, time and life carry me along. The monstrous pain has gone, the train wreck –strangely cleared from the tracks. Searing pain has been absorbed and assimilated, rearranging and changing me cell by cell. In the place of bone-crushing wretchedness has come a tender ache that can be lived with, incorporated into the daily round. The chasm of absence has gently filled with the love I foolishly feared to lose.
But back to the challenge of writing this down, when I began sharing first drafts with a few generous friends and then with my beloved writing group, I began to step back, to gain the distance to “see” life and love and loss somewhat more objectively. This was disconcerting, like writing someone else’s story. I’d be rereading a painful scene with my editing eye and deciding about verb tense or adding dialogue or humor (Philip was such a quirky guy, I wanted to include that). And then … I’d realize what I was doing and feel awful, detached, heartless. It was weird … and hard. But, ultimately, healing.
Question: Philip comes across as lovable despite his “impossible-ness.” Can you talk about your relationship and why you stayed?
Answer: Ahh … the big, little question … with no simple answer. Why do we stay?
As soon as we met, I felt “seen” … “recognized” as never before. Philip’s very first words to me were words of recognition: Ahh … it’s you. He embraced me as though we were reuniting. His laughter was like bubbling over warm honey. I was disarmed and enchanted – even if this was the ‘70s when people hugged before they knew you.
Philip wanted to know and be with all of me, not just my 28-year-old constructed personality. He encouraged my deepest, most complex, and often hidden – even from myself – aspects. If you’ve ever known this with another human being, you know the deep joy of coming home to yourself … and of being at home with another.
He was loving, endearing, childlike, spiritually generous. He was brilliant, creative, unlike anyone I’d ever met … have ever met. He’s why I stayed. He … and who I became in relation to him.
Question: What was all your seeking and traveling about? Did you ever find what you were looking for?
Answer: Philip believed that “place” has a huge impact on who we are and who we become. He didn’t believe in the wherever you go, there you are philosophy. Astro-cartography, a branch of astrology, says places have birth charts, too. That there’s an interaction between a person and the energy of a locality (its astrological makeup based on its birth date, time, and location on the planet). Just like people do better or worse together based on the alchemy of their conjoined birth charts, so people do better or worse in relation to particular places. So, we were in a perpetual search for our place on the planet. It’s those spots where you feel right … at home as soon as you get there. I felt that way in England and Portugal. I’m not sure that Philip ever found his place. Though he seemed especially happy in Portugal.
Question: Some readers may feel that you compromised or sacrificed your individuality and independence in order to stay with Philip. Would the issues that come up have been issues if the roles had been reversed– if you had been the man in the relationship? Can a woman compromise in order to build and maintain a relationship with a man and still be a liberated woman?
Answer: It’s an interesting question. Even in today’s more “liberated” culture, if a man is the sole breadwinner in a relationship, does the question of him being liberated or unliberated arise? I don’t think so. Even today, when most American women work, I still think there wouldn’t be the same intensity of judgment and disapproval if I had been the one to stay at home while Philip worked at some full-time, socially accepted job or profession. Author Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche writes, “It is not a man’s role to provide. In a healthy relationship, it is the role of whoever can provide to provide.” I wish I’d heard her say that years ago. What was unliberated, dependent, or sacrificing about my pursuing a career? Having a steady income? And what was unliberated about Philip doing everything a stay-at-home partner does? Cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, running errands – I rarely did any of that. That was our agreement. Our choice.
I always felt that I got more than I gave. Spiritually, emotionally, intellectually – Philip was the stronger, the wiser of the two of us. He was a unique human being. My monetary contribution always felt small in contrast to what I was graced to receive.
Did I compromise? Yes. Marriage requires compromise … and learning to compromise can be liberating, a loosening of ego and the need to be in control. I compromised on certain issues – diet, what to spend money on, whether to move. But it was compromise. I never felt forced. Never felt I was given an ultimatum: do what I want or I’m leaving. I never feared he would leave me. I gave way because I trusted his deeper sense of life and valued … wanted … his view of the world and how we could best be in it for the unfolding of our souls.
I felt liberated by his wide-ranging view of life in the world. Perhaps, in the end, it is futile to speak of this at all. The agreement between two people is a mystery … and a wonder.
Question: Can you say more about the juxtaposition of conventional medicine and alternative, holistic, non-medical approaches? Why did Philip choose a fasting retreat over more conventional medicine? How do you feel about him making this choice?
Answer: When we met in 1978, we were both vegetarians and shared views on holistic health and healing. We met on common ground. Neither of us believed in conventional medicine … except for broken bones. This position evolved and strengthened over time. By the 1980s, when Philip’s health took its first inexplicable dive, we sought out holistic, naturopathic, and homeopathic doctors. In the early 2000s, we learned about Natural Hygiene (a natural approach to healing and diet that believes in the wisdom of the body to heal itself. It started back as early as the 1830s and then picked up again in the early 20th century. Herbert Shelton’s many books on raw foods and fasting and then Harvey and Marilyn Diamond’s book Fit for Life brought Natural Hygiene to the 1980s). Philip had continued — on and off — to struggle with his health. This approach spoke to him. And as a result of the dietary change to a raw, fruitarian way of eating, he regained energy and health for a number of years.
He was more vehement than I … many thought fanatical, but that was just the way he was once he became convinced and committed to anything. Sort of wonderful. Sort of impossible.
He wasn’t going to a conventional doctor — ever. Wasn’t going to give up everything he believed. I respected his choice, honored his courage.
Question: What did you learn in the year following Philip’s death? About your relationship? About yourself? About honesty and guilt? About living with loss?
Answer: Well … that’s a book! That’s the last part of the book!
I learned that I could survive the most devastating experience of my life. I learned that my love for Philip could find a home in my heart, that I didn’t have to lose the essence of him … or the relationship. I learned that guilt is just part of what comes with the territory of grief. It comes and goes. I also learned (and have had to learn to accept this without guilt) that I am now most comfortable when alone. I’m very grateful for this ease and contentment in my own company.
Question: What challenges have you faced after writing and publishing the book?
Answer: Emotionally, it was hard to “finish” the book. To stop spending time with it daily. I feared I’d lose the intensity of intimacy with Philip. But this hasn’t happened. For one, as I said, I’ve realized that growing into adulthood with someone, spending 37 years living, traveling, struggling, and loving someone — places that person in your heart and soul … forever. Also, I am currently writing another book about the three years we lived in Abu Dhabi, in the United Arab Emirates. So, he’s still a big part of my daily writing life.
Regarding marketing challenges, since I didn’t set out to write for fame or fortune, I didn’t think much about marketing. However, since more people have read and responded to the book (the reviews on Amazon are so encouraging), I’ve begun thinking about how it might be good for it to reach others beyond my circle of friends and family. So, now, I’ve got it a Barbed Wire Books in Longmont and Old Firehouse Books in Fort Collins. It’s also in the Poudre Valley Library and my brother has thoughtfully put a copy in his community library in Jacksonville, Florida. It’s listed on Book Bub. My hair salon – Europa in Fort Collins – has agreed to display it in their efforts to support local authors and artists. Friend’s book clubs have adopted it and invited me as their guest author. And there’s the podcast in the Longmont Observer and the upcoming interview on KGNU radio. So, the book is reaching much further than I’d expected or hoped.
Oh, and here’s something funny. All over Fort Collins, there are “little free library boxes” that people have planted in their front yards and in public spaces. We drop used books in and take others out. The other night, I was passing one of these and had to step around a young family that had stopped to see what was on offer. The woman had just taken a book out, shown it to her husband, and apparently decided to give it a try. When I peered over to see what book she had chosen, it turned out to be mine! I stopped and laughed as she did a double-take – looking from the photo on the book and back at me. The serendipity of the moment was delightful. She said she hopes she’ll run into me again after she finishes it.
But the bigger, ongoing question for me about publishing remains — why? Why do I want to publish? Sharing what we express … that’s what writers inherently want to do. As do artists, musicians, and actors. But it brings up deeper questions for me. Is it ego? Or validation? Or, is it the hope to offer some solace to others? I hope it’s primarily the latter.
Question: How did you decide to self-publish vs. seeking an agent and a publisher?
Answer: I was “pressured” by my 95-year-old mother to make the book be a book. As her health declined in 2018, she said she wanted to hold the book (not just the manuscript) before she died. So, I chose to self-publish to save time. I gave her the book on her 95th birthday, in the hospital, wearing a face mask, a gown, and gloves because she’d contracted shingles. That was two months before she died. It was a special moment … for both of us.
Question: Do you plan to continue writing?
Answer: Yes, I’m currently working on a memoir covering the three years that Philip and I lived in Abu Dhabi. I taught at a women’s college … and we had one of life’s capital E- experiences.
Question: What advice do you now have for those who might have a story inside them?
Answer: Write it! Don’t wait. Make your writing a priority. Don’t listen to all the real and imagined reasons why it’s too hard, why you don’t have time, why you’re not a good enough writer, and so on. Write it for your own ear, your own heart. And once you get going, once you are intrigued and driven by your story, then find help. I was an English instructor for 24 years and had done a lot of writing and teaching of writing. But I needed other eyes and other responses to make the book what it became. My first readers were tenderly supportive. Then I got up the courage to find a writing group and an editor. This group of three talented writers, one being my editor – Molly McCowan of Inkbot Editing – were beyond words wonderful.
Question: Where can readers find out more, and get a copy of Life with an Impossible Person?
Answer:
- My website – joanheiman.com – has an excerpt if anyone wants a free taste.
- You can find it (read about it and read reviews) on Amazon.com under my name.
- As I mentioned – it’s currently at Barbed Wire Books in Longmont and Old Fire House Books in Fort Collins. And it’s at the Poudre River Public Library. And maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll find it in a free library box in Old Town, Fort Collins!
- Finally, I’m very excited about the audiobook version that’s soon to be out! My beautiful actress niece, Katya Jadwick, has agreed to do the reading. The combination of her talent, a lovely voice, her lifelong love for Philip, and her understanding of my sense of humor, as well as my pain, make her the perfect narrator. I will happily announce when it becomes available. Maybe by winter.
Joan Heiman 