Many years ago, well in fact, many, many, years ago, I formed the impression of niece Shannon as being someone who was going to grow up and be very good with words. In fact, to encourage her young literary pursuits, I submitted a poem she wrote to the Toronto Sun's Poetry Corner. Her poem was published and she won some kind of prize for her work. I don't remember the prize but I do remember being all excited when it appeared in the paper and then Joe and I folded up the newspaper and sent it, along with the prize to Shannon.
Then a wonderfully talented little girl, now a wonderfully talented woman. We reconnected some years back when she made a comment on my blog. It has been wonderful getting to know her again and becoming friends. I've called her a couple of times to chat about the blog or about a particular post, I trust her opinion on things literary and I trust her to be able to give me feedback which is both true AND kind. That's a skill set we all should strive for.
Well, yesterday I went to her blog and she had posted something that I just loved. I thought it one of the best pieces of writing I'd read in some while. She writes a story that immediately makes you want to pick up the phone and call her to tell her one of your own stories. When a writer can write about herself and have you think, deeply, about yourself - that's art. Some of you will know her as a regular commenter here on Rolling Around In My Head. I'd like to invite you to drop by and read Shannon's blog post.
Please say, 'Hi, from me.'