I am in 6th gradesitting on the auditorium stage.I am pulling off what Ihave practiced all weekfor Mr. Richards.Cindy Gregorio, chair 1,is sucking her reed.I am tapping my foot feverishlyto keep up with the polyrhythmic jazz tune.If you had been playing likethis the past 2 years,I could have really madesomething of you.Confused. Not a compliment.Not an […]
Confession has a bad reputation. It is pulled from suspects in the interview room. It is linked to crowded boxes at the back of the sanctuary. It is mocked when heard from writers who describe the body. I am told Sharon Olds’ confessions are pornographic–she wrote about the pope’s penis after all. I am told […]
Even as a girl, I knew journaling was for me. It was something the adults in my life knew was powerful. My oldest sister owned a red diary with a clasp and key. My mother read the pages of this daughter’s diary, the one with gold painted edges. This let me know that a growing […]