I realized I was teary-eyed by the end of reading your piece. It kind of snuck up on me. But that’s what writing is about, I suppose: eliciting emotion or a response.

I’m in Austin, too. If you’re ever up for some Maudies, let me know. I can waste your time talking about music, my dating woes, or my love of London.

I didn’t discover “writing” till my 40s, so I feel like an imposter. I shove those feelings aside.

Anyhoo, my true gift isn’t writing and it isn’t marketable: I have a pretty good knack for making musical dedications. This dreary late February day and your story made me think of this for you. Hopefully I chose wisely, but you might hate it.


Thanks for sharing your story with us!

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