Frankly, having my writing referred to as fiction, teenaged, and being accused of hiding doesn’t lend itself to my feeling a lot of inclination to respond.

I do appreciate that you read some of my pieces and that they resonated with you. And it’s fine if you think my writing some how…I’m not sure what the word is…disappointed you.

But I don’t care for dares. They start to feel like vague threats. And I have no interest in being made uncomfortable.

I pondered whether to write again or not. Usually, when I push back, the other person gets defensive or cruel. I didn’t want to leave you hanging, so this is my response.