Tell the Story
February 14, 2003 I know I waited while dinner cooled, my thighs against the fabric of the dining room chairs. I know he said he was having a truck repaired. But beyond those small details? I couldn’t know then any more than I can know now. Even when he was alive, he wasn’t talking. I […]
read moreSkinniest letter, biggest word. I (there it is again) planned to write a post about integration of my selves, merging all the I’s which some days seem to be disparate, others synchronized. It was going to be a piece about blogging. About real life. About teaching speaking writing. About In Real Life. And it turns out that the […]
read moreI spend a lot of time up in my head. Thinking, thinking, thinking. Sometimes I forget that there’s life outside my head, that my head is attached to my body, that I’m sitting on a planet that supports me. I start my writing workshops by asking everyone to do what I know I need to […]
read moreI can fight. I can fly. Or maybe there is a middle way. I can be willing to stay in my ground. This is not exactly the same as standing my ground, which tends toward “fight” even if it isn’t quite. It’s more like sitting, waiting, connecting. The ground can be a little messy. More […]
read moreSometimes you know it’s going to happen. We should believe people when they try to tell us who they are. I was your girl. Oppressiveness of the waiting and the uncertainty. We should believe people when they try to tell us who they are. If I do not fly I want to fight. Oppressiveness of the waiting […]
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For years I kept secrets in silence. Then, once upon a time, I spoke and wrote them to a handful of people and began to blog anonymously. Today I tell my stories face-to-face, online, and in a memoir coming soon. Telling our stories leads to freedom, empowerment, and growth, for both the teller and the told. Is today your once upon a time, your time to tell your story?
