As with all your writing, I love the juxtaposition of places, people, and objects. I can feel the wicker of the seat and smell the cinnamon of cheap fall decor. I know what it's like to be the outlier in a space, reading a book while others laugh together. Last week, it was looking at the sign in the waiting room of the gynecologist that labels it as: Breezeway 2, and trying to think of all the other words I could make from that one word. I do it every year, in that same padded chair, as others mindlessly scroll on their phones, and I desperately try to distract myself with the grounding that comes from the poetry of making words.
Okay, now this comment *really* wants to be a micro essay. That image of you rearranging the word. The significance of the word "breezeway." The fact there's more than one.
I love being the different way we are--but it can be painful to feel like the only one.
I had not thought about it becoming a micro essay. Thanks for that idea. Now I want to drop everything and write that. I also like the way we are and it's also a rocky, lonely path.
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Lovely, Rebecca.
Thank you, Laura ❤️
"...save me from the normal I can’t be anyway." Thank you for these words, Rebecca, and for all the others too.
Thank you for being here, Carri—and for getting it ❤️
As with all your writing, I love the juxtaposition of places, people, and objects. I can feel the wicker of the seat and smell the cinnamon of cheap fall decor. I know what it's like to be the outlier in a space, reading a book while others laugh together. Last week, it was looking at the sign in the waiting room of the gynecologist that labels it as: Breezeway 2, and trying to think of all the other words I could make from that one word. I do it every year, in that same padded chair, as others mindlessly scroll on their phones, and I desperately try to distract myself with the grounding that comes from the poetry of making words.
Okay, now this comment *really* wants to be a micro essay. That image of you rearranging the word. The significance of the word "breezeway." The fact there's more than one.
I love being the different way we are--but it can be painful to feel like the only one.
I had not thought about it becoming a micro essay. Thanks for that idea. Now I want to drop everything and write that. I also like the way we are and it's also a rocky, lonely path.
I want you to drop everything and write that, too! :)
Good read 👏🏻
Thank you! Glad you’re here.
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