Desperately Seeking Acceptance
November 21, 2016Essay by Janet Garber
I gather my writing buddies around me for warmth and continue the struggle.
I gather my writing buddies around me for warmth and continue the struggle.
Come home early, don’t (whatever), drive carefully, keep well, see you at Thanksgiving.
When I close my eyes, I see neon. I’m told the baby is stoic.
What do the noises from my side sound like to them?
I don’t delude myself that writing an essay can somehow undo an act of violence.
Readers and writers can talk to each other across times and cultures.
You were so bored. You were so right.