I had coffee with a friend and found myself tongue-tied. I could hear my daughter chiding me, as she often does: “say something!” “I'm listening,” I usually reply. I'm a good listener. The thing is, speaking up is what drove me mad. After holding my thoughts in for years,
Wow Julia I love this piece you have written. I have my own long history of not speaking and my history greets your history and is grateful for its voice. (And I didn’t know you were on substack so have now subscribed). Ps I rarely comment online but feel a in your words an opening in this moment to respond. So thank you.
Wow Julia I love this piece you have written. I have my own long history of not speaking and my history greets your history and is grateful for its voice. (And I didn’t know you were on substack so have now subscribed). Ps I rarely comment online but feel a in your words an opening in this moment to respond. So thank you.