I love my job.
And yesterday, good news for me. I’m still reeling. I’ll share my news tomorrow. 2018 has been a great year for my writing life.
All of these things serve to remind me: none of us are islands, whole and entire on our own. We are amalgams of influence and our influencers. What we say and do, what is said and done reaches far beyond any life we can imagine.
“Shit, we’re all consequences of something.”
from Corregidora by Gayl Jones.
All these years the same town
living working growing up
a kind of accountability
so many eyes watching
do a thing people look slantwise
she Barbee’s daughter
Miss Barbara her mama
only sometimes they say
she one of Edward’s
only rarely she Easy’s girl
nowadays do a thing they say
we know who she is
she that library lady
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