On Embracing Writing
Before I wanted to be a mother. A traveller. An actor. A teacher. A healer. Before I wanted to be anything at all, I wanted to be a writer. This, I remember, was my first dream. But it was also more than a dream and less than a dream. It was more than a dream because it was also my reality—I was a writer. I could write, well. Year after year, teachers would jot in my report card: Keep writing, keep writing, keep writing. It was less than a dream because I never quite consider