Last week the nine women who will be reading and I got together to plan. One of the things we discussed is vulnerability, the vulnerability of putting one’s voice in the world, of being really visible and heard.
Writing together, we have learned to greet and hold our own and each other’s most tender and most outrageous expressions and everything in between.
Hot tea in hand, we get cozy on sofas and rocking chairs, behind us walls the color of peach skin.
Like all relationships, the relationship with one’s journal, if it is to be a dynamic, evolving one, needs tending.
I am going to “get personal” for a moment with a question about your intimate life: Are you in a committed relationship?