Freedom to Write About It

Writing is therapy and it's also art and music and dance. So there, I've said it. Perhaps it is swimming and eating too. It's a direct line to my intuitive visceral emotional self. Which always leads me to thinking about my fucked up family of origin. The folks I left behind in 1978.

As in the folk tales I feel like the lucky third sister. And it's always in threes.

I said to Sylvia, this is why we have dogs, and this is why we must walk them out the door! otherwise we are swallowed up by the poisonous messages and memories from our dreadful mothers.

We can choose to write about anything we want. Chin up orgasms or dog breath. The sky is the limit.