"For years I'd made my own choices, paid my own bills, shoveled my own snow, and had relationships that allowed for a lot of freedom on both sides." Slowly, however, she saw that she had become quite dependent in another way: "I had fallen into the habit. "In many ways, I was an independent woman," writes Alice Steinbach, a single working mother, in this captivating book. In the tradition of Anne Morrow Lindbergh's Gift from the Sea and Frances Mayes's Under the Tuscan Sun, in Without Reservations we take time off with Pulitzer Prize winner Alice Steinbach as she explores the world and rediscovers what it means to be a woman on her own. In a way I too am a novice, leaving, temporarily, one life for another. It reminds me of the bell that calls to worship the novice embarking on a new life. From my room, which is just off the winding staircase, I can hear it clearly. In this case, the bell marks the opening of the hotel door. A cheerful sound, it reminds me of the bells that shopkeepers attach to their doors at Christmastime. Each morning I am awakened by the sound of a tinkling bell.
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