May Newsletter

Self-seeking writing, the MRI, and keeping an open heart without answers.

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I started writing this month’s column on May 27th, because something I had heard the morning before perfectly described not necessarily what the month had been like, rather where the nature of its occurrence had led me.

I am ready to look at it from a narrow distance — it’s last day — about to welcome the long nights of June and the warm days of summer, made of mixed feelings and blustery emotions.

The morning before May 27th I heard a woman say:

Lately, I have been listening a lot, and I have been taking the time to reflect on what I have heard, instead of always speaking.

On a podcast, a few weeks ago, talking about her 2021 memoir Going There, Katie Couric said that she doesn’t like to write about herself, and that the book she wrote was an exception, a story she compiled with her kids in mind, with the purpose of leaving behind written history for them, testimony.

Because I admire and respect her work, I began to think:

“Do I write too much about myself?”

“Are these newsletters self-absorbed and something that people find tiring like yet another reel on what moms really want on Mother’s Day?”