When I started writing, I really struggled with why. Why would anyone want to hear from me? Why would I matter, my story matter? Why would anyone want to read my words? I want to be heard. Ok, so does pretty much everyone. Why me? Why should anyone listen to some middle class American white …
Month: September 2021
I’ve written a little about my mother’s accident, but I have been putting off the most painful parts of it, because they’re, well, painful. And scary. Overwhelming. One of those memories we are terrified to dredge up, unlocking the cage of some terrible beast that will burst out and devour us while we scream in …