Reconnecting with old family friends who my sister and I have always referred to as Uncle, Aunt. 20-plus years since any communication, and the story restarts. Or just continues. Like I told Uncle over the phone last week in our first conversation in above cited time, “This is just part of our contour…”
Not sure why I keep using that word, think it’s a Kerouac thing, but anyway…. What I really believe. Then the old pictures of Jack, my little Emma turning 7 today going on 16-ish with her wit and sass, spunk and occasional bite. And Henry… too adorable. I can’t. Biased but so what.
Emma says I need to teach again, but I’m only starting to really learn what this story is. Huh…
First pillar in writing thought-scape, “Don’t think. Just write.” Another will be an accent and emphasis on the simple and seemingly boring, or plain.
Imbued with new truth – music pew ado. Emancipator, Thievery, Coltrane, Shakur, all of it. Each track for ME. Here at the desk. This room, condo, new story be it sales or educating.