"I cried when I saw you marching in, because I knew you weren't a baby anymore." My father wrote this in my high school yearbook on the day I graduated. He was dying of cancer. I knew that he had it, but I had not in any way comprehended he was dying, even though it was lung cancer and he was a 3-pack-a-day smoker.
Your telling words are so clear and powerful and your years of suffering are so direct. You know what to do. Keep on writing the way you have always told your truth/. XXX --MF
Truly a sad story. The terrific person I know today never deserved any of that. So glad you navigated it to a better place!
Wow. This is so powerful, heartbreaking, complicated, and beautiful.
Your telling words are so clear and powerful and your years of suffering are so direct. You know what to do. Keep on writing the way you have always told your truth/. XXX --MF