Jodi Hills

So this is who I am – a writer that paints, a painter that writes…


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I’m not too busy.

In 2019, we went to the Van Gogh museum in Amsterdam.  


I don’t want to gloss over anything in that sentence.  We were traveling – oh the glorious days of travel.  Van Gogh, after Cezanne (I live in Aix en Provence, so I want to, and am slightly obligated to profess this) is one of my favorite artists.  Amsterdam – it never ceases to amaze me the places I’ve been able to see – truly.

So, that Spring of 2019, the museum was having an exhibition “The Joy of Nature”, featuring David Hockney alongside Vincent Van Gogh.  David Hockney has always expressed a fascination with Van Gogh.  They both paint in full movement with visible brush marks.  Hockney says, “When you’re drawing one blade of grass you’re looking and then you see more. And then you see the other blades of grass and you’re always seeing more.”


That’s what I want – to always see more!  This is the joy of learning from those who went before us.  Then taking that knowledge and expanding it, creating beyond it, becoming that blade of grass for someone else.  
A few years ago, I created the book, “I’m not too busy.”  It’s all about taking the time to see everything and everyone around us. I illustrated each page with blades of grass.  If you’re not paying attention, you will miss that the grass is growing on every page, until you reach the end, when it is in full bloom.  

I don’t want to miss anything.  I want to enjoy every moment. 

We were walking back to our hotel after a full day in the city.  Seeing, eating, exploring, laughing, drinking – there’s a lot to do – and of course by the end of the day, your feet do get tired – your whole body gets tired…but as I put each foot in front of the other, it occured to me this simple thought, “I’m walking in Amsterdam.”  I said it over and over. I was no longer aware of my feet, but my steps. Each step was magical. I was in a new country, a new city, a new life, wasn’t that amazing???  


When I’m done typing here, I’m going to go for a walk around our house.  (Covid restrictions do apply).  But I will not say, I am in quarantine. I will not say, but we could be going places – doing things – why can’t we… NO… I will say, the sky is blue, the grass is green, not every blade, but most – and I will look at them all, and joyfully know, “I’m walking in Provence!”  (And isn’t it amazing!)  


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Read. Rinse. Repeat.

Last night I finished the book, “Big little lies,” by Liane Moriarty.  Oooh, I want to say things, but the ride was so good because of the not knowing — so I’ll only say this, enjoy the ride.  


I am a reader.  I have always loved to read.  I love libraries and books and ebooks and magazines and well, things with words.  I love the smell of slight mildew on paper, getting so deep into a book that you’re almost wet. This escape, travel, immergence, I love it all, all the time.  


There is an art to the book review. I love listening to the New York times book reviews podcast.  They know how to review a book.  For real reviews, I recommend them.  As for me, I won’t give you the thumbs up, or likes, or ranking, I can only review a book by how much I miss it when I’m done reading it.  


I have been voracious this past year, and often lonesome.  If I must rank, I would have to say the book I miss the most is Hamnet, by Maggie O’Farrell.  Not since college has my heart and mind been cracked this wide open, where so much gets in and rattles around, and remains, a permanent jangling.  I remember sitting in the classroom, reading Shakespeare aloud, dancing about the textbooks.  What was this noise?…this ballet of words, straining muscles and stretching brain limbs. This is Hamnet. It will test you and bruise you and comfort you. It will leave you with a tiny little hole in your heart, the shape of a feather and a page.  If you like that, (which I do) (my husband thinks that sounds like pure torture), then open up Hamnet and break your heart. 

If you’d like to make some new friends this year, let me introduce the following.  I won’t review each one, but I will tell you that I really enjoyed our time together!


The Vanishing Half, by Brit Bennett

Bridge of Sighs, by Richard Russo

Bird by Bird, by Annie Lamott

Anxious People, by Fredrik Backman

Separation Anxiety, by Laura Zigman

Dear Edward, by Anne Napolitano

Chances Are…, by Richard Russo

Nothing to See Here, by Kevin Wilson

The Shakespeare Requirement, by Julie Schumacher

Every single book by Elizabeth Strout – I mean every single book – many times!

Writers and Lovers, by Lily King

Pretend I’m Dead, by Jen Beagin

Words between Us, by Erin Bartels

An American Marriage, by Tayari Jones

Meet Me at the Museum, by Anne Younson

Disappearing Earth, by Julia Phillips

The Most Fun we ever had, by Claire Lombardo

The Dutch House, by Anne Patchett

Fleishman is in trouble, by Taffy Brodesser-Akner

The Nickel Boys, by Colson Whitehead

The Editor, by Steven Rowley

This should get you started.  No time is ever wasted inside the pages.  Read anything.  Everything. Become a part of the story, your story. It’s beautiful!