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I came across a website that challenged people to write 100 words, everyday, for 100 days. With writing, I need structure, a project, so I decided to try the 100 challenge. Today is my first entry.
I've been thinking about words. As a writer, that's part of the gig. Lately, I've been stuck on the power words possess. Words can enhance, deconstruct, support, validate, diminish, name objects, and label emotions.
The absence of words, depending on the situation, could be positive or negative. I think of my mom, holding my hand as we watched a baking show. I think of my sister, how she almost cried when I showed her my scars from a recent routine surgery. Words, in those moments, did not belong.
Words. I look over the ones I don't know how to say. The ones, when strung together, are too vulnerable to share. Vulnerable. For twenty years, I have left those words out. Writing professors have said to me: "Your poems stop right before they get scary. Start…
Earlier today, my husband and I were driving home from the grocery store. I casually mentioned the "Me too" movement in response to the recent spotlight on the pervasiveness of sexual assault and harassment that women and men face.
I commented on how brave the women were to step forward, that each time I saw a colleague, a friend, a schoolmate's status read "Me too," I felt red, angry, and proud of their ability to speak out. That, for so long, just the idea of being vulnerable and allowing myself to cry in public over something beautiful, or something sad, made me feel anxious, even scared.
"Will you make it your status? Will you say, 'Me too,'" my husband asked. I said I didn't know. That it felt like too much. That it wasn't something I wasn't ready to admit.
The act of writing those two words were on my mind all day today. Yes, it was me, too. I was fresh out of college, working at a crappy factory as a receptionist, and I ha…