My mother, Winnie |
Having been a journalist at one point in my life, it seems that I am cursed with writing in a journalistic style - short, informative bursts reeking of research and bursting with non-biased data - but what I really want to do is to write from my heart and soul, which I have been able, on occasion, to do, expressing my personal thoughts and feelings to make them more readable.
But now, trying to write my mother's story, I find it almost impossible to tap into my emotions about someone I loved so dearly and capture them in words. I can feel my grief and my anger, but can't quite find the right way to write about them.
My mother, Winnie |
My mother, Winnie, with my brother and me |
Telling someone else's story is a big responsibility, an honor, and a labor of love. I will keep trying to find my voice and, when that happens, I will try to do Mom's story justice.
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