{"id":1152,"date":"2017-09-06T07:35:26","date_gmt":"2017-09-06T11:35:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/2017\/09\/new-life-no-instructions-a-memoir\/"},"modified":"2018-07-02T07:54:27","modified_gmt":"2018-07-02T11:54:27","slug":"new-life-no-instructions-a-memoir","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/new-life-no-instructions-a-memoir\/","title":{"rendered":"New Life, No Instructions: A Memoir"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><span class=\"byline\"><span class=\"\">By Gail Caldwell<\/span>&nbsp;&#8211;&nbsp;<em>Random House, 2014<\/em>&nbsp;<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>What do you do when your story changes at midlife? That\u2019s what Gail Caldwell asked herself in 2011 as she faced major surgery with a long recovery and uncertain outcome. Never married, Caldwell was approaching 60 with no children\u2014but with a young, active dog.In this memoir, Caldwell recalls how she drew strength from a lifetime of overcoming the challenges of disease and addiction. A polio survivor, she hoped this surgery would alleviate chronic pain and possibly lengthen her right leg, which was an inch and a half shorter than her left. The \u201cfamily\u201d she created for herself over the years surrounded her during recovery. Her Samoyed, Tula\u2014with her live-in-the-moment canine ways\u2014inspired Caldwell to get back on her feet and out to the dog park, where she experienced life from a new vantage point, pain-free. This is a reminder of how a fighting spirit, a solid social network and a good dog can make all the difference in life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What do you do when your story changes at midlife? That\u2019s what Gail Caldwell asked herself in 2011 as she faced major surgery with a long recovery and uncertain outcome.<\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2017\/09\/new-life-no-instructions-a-memoir\/\">Read more <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">New Life, No Instructions: A Memoir<\/span><span class=\"meta-nav\"> &#8250;<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n<p><!-- end of .read-more --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3394,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_caption":"","_FSMCFIC_featured_image_nocaption":null,"_FSMCFIC_featured_image_hide":null,"footnotes":""},"categories":[61],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1152","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-memoirs"],"cc_featured_image_caption":{"caption_text":"","source_text":"","source_url":""},"wps_subtitle":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1152","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1152"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1152\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4784,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1152\/revisions\/4784"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3394"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1152"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1152"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1152"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}