Life, death and the written word 🤓
In response to From Negotiating With The Dead by Margaret Atwood As a human being, particularly as a human being from a part of the world where your real “roots” are never really known to you, I’ve spent years of my life considering where I belong and why I wasn’t born into that place…and why I still haven’t found this mythical place. I don’t have the answers to those questions. I am both enraged and indifferent to the idea that I may never know. But I do know from where I come, at least from where I come starting around age 3-7, and, for the most part, I know where I’ve been in these more than 40 years now. I have memories and feelings about those memories. They are ordinary to me and exotic to others, but they definitely drive the way I choose in life, so they also drive what […]
