Saturday, March 31, 2007

29/365 cheryl

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.

3 comments:

Indigo Bunting said...

Wow, how do you do that? That reflexive thing...so well done. Wow.

dawna said...

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! :^)

Indigo Bunting said...

They are wonderful. I'm loving all your entries, even when I don't always comment.