Sometimes as a writer it’s hard to delve into memories that make our hearts aflutter and our palms clammy. It’s hard to harken back to moments in our lives that were so special that we want to hold them close and not share an ounce of their magic. Some memories are too painful to relive and are best kept buried. Sometimes there are tales from our past that need to be told. It’s cathartic to revisit those experiences with a keyboard as a therapist.
Have a look at one such tale I recounted from my school days. I posted it to Technorati, where you’ll be hearing more from me. http://technorati.com/women/article/one-brown-face/