my teenaged self-absorbed misery---didn't imagine her living a life beyond her job...disappointments, epiphanies, sorrows. then she loaned me a book with scrawled notes-- her guilt about having an abortion. she became a real person...or maybe i did.
indigo, i believe it was on your own version of this project that i remember reading that it turns out that even though one is ostensibly writing about other people, it really in the end, turns out to be about oneself! i'm certainly finding it so, and in the larger context, it seems to me that if we're "doing it right," so much of what we ultimately remember about people is how they made us grow. anyway, i am loving writing these...and appreciate the continued encouragement to strive for writing them well! :^)
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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Wow, how do you do that? That reflexive thing...so well done. Wow.
indigo, i believe it was on your own version of this project that i remember reading that it turns out that even though one is ostensibly writing about other people, it really in the end, turns out to be about oneself! i'm certainly finding it so, and in the larger context, it seems to me that if we're "doing it right," so much of what we ultimately remember about people is how they made us grow. anyway, i am loving writing these...and appreciate the continued encouragement to strive for writing them well! :^)
They are wonderful. I'm loving all your entries, even when I don't always comment.
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