“In the particular is contained the universal.” – James Joyce Sometimes I have to forget about you–the reader. Your gaze invokes my self-consciousness. And my self-consciousness strangles the work. Or stops it all together. (Fear is a powerful dam.) But, I knew the risks when I decided to start this blog. When I decided to invite your gaze.… Read More
Month: January 2016
An Open Letter to the Children Who Aren’t Mine
For all of the nannies, who devote their time and their hearts to caring for children who aren’t their own. ______ “They” say I have to draw a line through my heart. I can love you, but only so much. Only the appropriate amount. Because you are not mine. What “they” (the ambiguous, omnipresent, “they”)… Read More
Whitney Roberts Hill 