about writing, words, and people.
When I write I am alone. No one can help. Every word needs to find its way from inside me. Yet. . . .
Every word comes touched, moved, expanded by the people I have met, interacted with, and loved. Those who have been in my life are inside, around, and through everything I write. They are present even in those bits I think are only about me.
I see every person I have ever known. All I’ve learned is in every word.
I cannot write today’s thoughts without revealing yesterday’s history.
The meanings of our words reflect the people we have known.
