Imagine a school system that sent an gravely sick seven year old child home by herself when her moaning disrupted the classroom.
Imagine a teacher not bothering to call the mom that her child was obviously distressed. Or, if she did in fact tried to call but failed to reach someone, made no other arrangements to ensure the sick child’s safety.
Imagine that little girl walking home from school by herself with a headache so severe she was afraid she was going to fall off the sidewalk and into the street.
Imagine this child banging her head against the cool wall next to the locked door of her apartment when no one came to open the door because that was the only thing she could think of to try and ease the brutal pain in her head.
That child was me on a late spring day in the year 1976.
Continue reading “Memoir Mondays”
As some of you know, I am still She-Shed-less and in dire need of privacy, peace, solitude and a distraction-free space to call my own. As some of you also know, I escaped to mom’s. She has that, and more. ❤ Which is why I can now write a blog post about actual, physical proof that I did something writing related that is not a blog post. Hah.
Yesterday, I submitted a story I wrote years ago to a celebrated online magazine. Continue reading “Writing progress”
As some of you know, I went to school with a boy who became a famous, and internationally known musician, singer, guitar player.
Since discovering him on social media and following him along, I have reminisced about an art class we both took in grade 11. I wanted to know if he, too, remembers that particular class. In part 1 of this story I wrote about how we met.
Later, I decided to reach out to him to ask him about that class. I wasn’t really expecting a response. I figured he was busy and famous and that he probably employs PR people to run his social media account. But I sent him a DM in Instagram anyway. Part 2 of this story tells you what happened next.
Continue reading “Reaching out anyway – part 3”
To read part 1 click here.
After I sent that DM in Instagram to a former classmate, I walked away from my phone.
The memory I had of an event in grade 11 art class had triggered something in me to want to reach out to this man, a boy I once knew for many years in school and who is now a famous musician, singer and guitarist.
I was really curious: did he remember that class as vividly as I did? Continue reading “Reaching out anyway – part 2”
I know someone who is famous.
He is a musician, guitarist, singer…and I went to high school with him.
Continue reading “Reaching out anyway – part 1”