For the February issue of the GGMG Magazine, I volunteered to write a piece about my mom and caregiving. The issue was covering caregivers from various perspectives and I offered to write about how my mom, the ultimate ‘mom’s mom’, has become someone who my sisters and I now care for in many ways.
The only way I know how to write is to throw the words onto the page when the inspiration strikes. Or when I’m not thinking much about writing. In my highly overanalyzed and over processed world, the only writing I can tolerate from myself is the raw, tell it like it is, style.
The caregiver piece made me nervous. I wondered if I could throw words onto a page when it came to a topic that was so charged, so highly emotional. And how would the editing process work? Would I be able to let go enough to make adjustments?
I threw words out, they landed, and were edited by people who offered insightful comments. Once again I find myself uncomfortable. I am beginning to understand that this feeling may mean progress.
