I am moving house. Well, apartment to house. Still renting, but I am spreading out, sort of.
Whenever I move I find stuff - lots of writing especially. I write a lot, but it doesn't mean I type it, or file it properly, or share it.
The discipline is in the order, not the action for me. I don't know when I wrote this, I suspect right before moving to Arizona, 2006/2007, while I was leaving my husband and living in a basement in Brooklyn.
Time and again, I have seen how writing can be incredibly empowering. This winter, writing became one of the ways in which I was able to show care and love for my partner while he was going through the ordeal of open-heart surgery. One of the most comforting decisions we made was to write about his healing process on Caring Bridge. The writing was a lifeline for us — sharing broke up the isolation, exhaustion and anxiety that serious illness generates.
photo: Holly Troy