New post up on my other blog:
I think I’ve been away from this blog for a while because I’ve been trying not to write this entry….
I didn’t want to write this. I didn’t mean to write this…but I need to write this before I can look either backwards or forward with any additional clarity.
It’s what’s on my mind and has to be exorcised…
I’m going to write about my college years. I meant to stop before I got here. I meant to save this for the book….
But I really can’t move on until I introduce this part of myself into the dialogue. It’s too much a part of who I am.
This is hard for me to write. I’m going to be as general and evasive, yet truthful, as possible, but I have to write this….
See, I woke up one night recently, crying in my bed, silent tears running down my face…..thinking about these boys and who we were and who we are…and I have to weave them into the narrative or I can’t honestly go on with this experiment…
I guess it’s part of being “middle aged” and some sort of middle aged crisis….
They are too much of a part who I am not to recognize them….I value them too much.