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Audrey Riddle's avatar

Can’t wait to hear the conversation with Abigail Thomas. Safekeeping helped me redefine for myself what a memoir could be.

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Larissa Pullen's avatar

My first micro-monday as a paid subscriber. I am happy to be here! Here is my micro based on today's prompt:

Dreams, Still Becoming

When I was six years old, I sat on the floor with a notebook on the couch as my table. For some reason, I decided I would write down what was happening around me. I wrote about my brother and my sister eating pastrami sandwiches. I think that was when I finally understood I was a β€œme.” It was my first contact with an inner voice, the first piece of writing I did that I can recall.

My writing expanded to all kinds of forms as I grew. I wrote a weekly newspaper for our family about our household happenings, like my dad sitting on the couch watching Two and a Half Men, and my mom telling him to take out the trash. Soon there was poetry, short stories, scripts based on the books I read that my friends and I would act out at recess, and more journaling. I kept a notebook divided into five sections to organize my poetry, short stories, and other writing. I wrote and self-published on a children's writing blog I found online, called β€œFaithKidsWrite.” A puzzle piece of myself kept clicking into place. I thought, I want to be a teacher, or an author. They were only people I knew who read things and wrote for a living, so either of those seemed just fine to me.

By the time I went to college, my childhood dreams seemed lost in a mist. I had gathered many things I loved, and the path was not unclear. I went in Undeclared. In my Writing I class, the professor loved my stories, reminding me of what I love. I became an English major, still not seeing the path, but following the child, who is still becoming.

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