Patricia MacLachlan: breaking my heart since 1988

“You don’t have to love this land,” said Maggie.” But if you don’t love it, you won’t won’t survive.  Jacob’s right. You have to write your name in the land to live here.” Sarah didn’t speak. She took a handful of dry prairie grass in her hands, letting it crumble through her fingers.  Then she walked away from us, through the dried grass, out onto the brown prairie that stretched all the way to the sky.  She stood there all alone until Papa went to tell her it was time to go home. 

-Skylark

Patricia MacLachlan breaks my heart. In Sarah, Plain and Tall, she broke my heart with singing. “Did mama sing every day? ”   [sigh…]       In Skylark, she breaks it with belonging.  “You have to love this land to live here.”

I love a book the most when I find my own story  swimming through the pages. I approach as a familiar friend and find comfort in knowing someone else is feeling this way, too. Sarah has been through a whole novel and a half and still doesn’t feel at home on the prairie with Jacob. I imagine she still has echoes of hunger pangs for the familiarity of Maine; for the feeling of being known.

A whole novel and a half.

Thank you, Patricia MacLachlan, for writing someone REAL. Real like a person who misses the familiar and kind land of home. Real like a heart that longs for something lost. Real like sadness. Real like me.

I’m on this page with Sarah, prairie dirt crumbling through my fingers. But I know what’s coming for Sarah. She will write her name in the land, the bitterness will melt, and she will call the prairie home.  I am careful here as a reader, though. I can’t assume that 1, Patricia MacLachlan has betrayed my heart and good writing for “happily ever after” or 2,  that Sarah writing her name in the land means she loves it. Not yet anyway. I think her affection follows her commitment. Not the reverse.   Ouch.

Like Sarah, I feel like I’ve lived a novel and a half this year and still feel new in my new “home.”  ( It’s typically not a good sign when you quote a word like “home”.. it’s like quoting a word like “truth” or “friend.”)

Enter current struggle: In my life, I commit when I love. If I don’t love, I simply don’t stay. A neighborhood, friendship, relationship. . . it’s all the same.

I miss what Sarah missed. I miss the gentleness of family. I miss the privilege of being known. I miss loving.

So. . .  What now? Do I pick up a stick and write my name in the ground in defiant hope?  Do I trust that love WILL follow commitment?  I guess I have to try. And if I do write my name in this land, maybe my bitterness will melt away, and maybe, just maybe I might even call this new place. . . Home.

That is going to be so hard to do.

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5 responses to “Patricia MacLachlan: breaking my heart since 1988

  1. Susanna

    If there is anyone out there who I would say has strength from the faith you have in the world, it is you.

    • number of times you’ve made me cry because of your kindness: 2 and counting… You’re like the equivalent to that protein gel marathon runners drink to keep going and finish their races. You have had a serious effect on my survival, Miss. xoxox

  2. MacLachlan’s writing always tugs at my heartstrings. I’m partial to Journey and Through Grandpa’s Eyes. Those two get me, no matter how many times I read them.

  3. I don’t even need to read the full post to know I have another thing in common with you! Patricia MacLachlan has written “Thank you Mr. Falker!”, “The Lemonade Club”, and so many other great ones. Patricia really speaks from her heart and talks about her life as a kid, and in “The Lemonade Club”, her kid (an adult now) as a kid! Now that I think about it, she is the Kate DiCamillo of picture books!

  4. Ali

    I think I’ve realized home is like family. You’re born into a family but as you grow up, you learn to love more people that you aren’t biologically related to and they become family, too. That’s what home is like. You go a million different places and take a little piece of those places with you and all those places become part of your home. It’ll be hard but I know we’ll both make it 🙂

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