This is an essay I wrote today. I am vying to win a free spot at a writer‘s retreat in Taos New mexico this summer. Please read it and let me know what you think. I am excited, hopeful and proud of the writing. If I do not win, it was a fantastic lesson in brevity, editing and verb usage.
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Thanks to all of you for reading. Wish me luck! I will keep you posted!
Taos I Hear Her Calling
take the house…It’s been pre-disastered.”
I will be divorced soon. My life is like this house in “The World According to
Garp”–pre-disastered. I am ready for reprieve, reinvention and rediscovery of
Four lines have formed on my forehead and will forever bear witness to my past, my
story, and to life’s ups and downs. I could explain them, lament each one, or
fill them with botox. Instead, I embrace them. They are my badges; they are why
I write this plea.
I am a chef by trade, a mother by choice, and a writer from the moment I could
hold a pencil. I love food, I adore my children, and writing brings me peace. My
vision is to unite these three in a place I call Cookbook.
A virtual, multi-cultural table where people worldwide can come to read, write
about, and share food–a universal need. Food is life. Food is me. It is what I
savor, and what I will serve.
I long for a place at this table of writers.
I see food. I hear laughter. I taste salt of shed tears.
I feel her embrace, I release all my fears.
Taos, she calls me, a soft voice in my ear.
I am whole, she has freed me, with vision so clear.
Whew! Finito! Muy bien, gracias and bon appetit!