I'm so moved by everyone's congratulations and warm words in response to my post. Writing this piece helped me work through a lot and it would've been an accomplishment regardless, but just to know it resonated with so many others as well has been such an awe-moment in my creative journey.
The way you told this story was like I had a front row seat. This was so touching, soul wrenching and illuminating. Thank you for truly bearing yourself with and for us. Your writing was truly intimate.
Your writing flows in a way I hope mine will, too, someday. (Yargh. Please excuse the accidental rhyme.) Every word of your essay felt chosen for its specific purpose. I loved it!
I love too that this is not the typical victim story.
It's about observation, growth and strength more than being victimized.
There's not enough stories like this. It's the other template imprinted on current fiction publishing circles and that kind of writing doesn't really lead us anywhere and really isn't all that accurate in the observations or telling of the stories either, I don't think. (this is, and that's why it contains more elements of strength than the request for a pitying view, it seem....)
This was beautiful Kennedy. It was both heartbreaking and empowering, and smartly written (as always) Thank you for opening your heart and continually honing your craft in writing so that I can experience these moments of healing and growth alongside you
Counting Lefts
I'm so moved by everyone's congratulations and warm words in response to my post. Writing this piece helped me work through a lot and it would've been an accomplishment regardless, but just to know it resonated with so many others as well has been such an awe-moment in my creative journey.
The way you told this story was like I had a front row seat. This was so touching, soul wrenching and illuminating. Thank you for truly bearing yourself with and for us. Your writing was truly intimate.
You are an INCREDIBLE writer, poet, storyteller, connector .. all of the above. The talent, the emotion.
I’d rather be the first to leave.. beautifully written
Your writing flows in a way I hope mine will, too, someday. (Yargh. Please excuse the accidental rhyme.) Every word of your essay felt chosen for its specific purpose. I loved it!
I love too that this is not the typical victim story.
It's about observation, growth and strength more than being victimized.
There's not enough stories like this. It's the other template imprinted on current fiction publishing circles and that kind of writing doesn't really lead us anywhere and really isn't all that accurate in the observations or telling of the stories either, I don't think. (this is, and that's why it contains more elements of strength than the request for a pitying view, it seem....)
just, Well Done!, a tale well told.
True writing blows stories written for dramatic effect away.
There's serious thoughts being undertaken in this story. I like that.
Wow. This is amazing. Shatteringly beautiful writing. I feel so much of it too. So much so that I needed a minute, like someone just saw my insides.
My heart melts at the language. My eyes tear up a little.
Beautiful!
I mean it's all incredible. But Grandpa's prayer is my favorite part.
I related to this a little too much. Beautiful essay.
This is marvelous
so beautiful. Really acknowledges the way that memories, good and bad, come in snapshots of places, feelings, smells, and rituals. Thank you
Beautifully written.
This was beautiful Kennedy. It was both heartbreaking and empowering, and smartly written (as always) Thank you for opening your heart and continually honing your craft in writing so that I can experience these moments of healing and growth alongside you