Hiding From ME & Traveling to New Orleans
over the last few years I've regained a closeness with my Grandmother. She's a writer than she argues me on it every time I say it.
Often, I berate her for refusing to write when things get intense or scary or uncertain.
Her natural ability came through to me.
I can only speak to her to knowingly because I, too, am deft at hiding.
its been weeks since a solid solo writing session.
the last time I wrote by hand in my journal for only myself...even less frequent.
Im waiting too late.
when I'm tired and spent from the day.
Tomorrow is Tuesday.
Wednesday morning I leave for New Orleans.
Five days away from my boys. From my family.
Its hard and hurting but necessary.
Im excited and anxious.
I cant wait.