…say the title like Kelly, my favorite chic on Misfits
I absolutely love my memoir class! Love is such an overused word but for lack of a better one at the moment I’ll keep it. I actually enjoy my reading assignments and the subtlety of learning in this graduate program. I really do feel like a teething baby: I’m growing something new, it hurts, but the payoff is worth it.
Tonight my professor, Marion Winick, shared a story she wrote entitled Sixteen Pictures of My Father; she read this piece to the class. Hearing her read her own story allowed me to note the inflections in her voice, the accents portrayed, and the picture she painted through words. Somehow the story and her reading of it unearthed me; I was caught totally unaware. All of a sudden I was emotionally tugged into her story and was surprised by my reaction, so I wanted to share this piece: http://www.chicagoreader.com/chicago/sixteen-pictures-of-my-father/Content?oid=873999
Now to blast all of this introspection to bits…I’m about to watch Real Housewives of New York!