Hi, friends. It’s been too long and the fault’s all mine. I’ve written and shared with a few close to me, but I want to find the courage to start sharing with you again.
Last semester I took a class called Journal and Autobiographical Writing (which could more aptly be called Memoir Writing). It forced me to process my life and memories—why I am the way I am and the people who’ve touched me in big and small ways. There were some sweet moments, some painful ones, even some that were eye-opening. And I discovered a form of writing that feels like home to me. So humor me as I’ve chosen to share one of the early pieces of that journey with you.
And thank you more than words can say for sticking with me through these silent months.
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