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
“We’ll
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
forgotten dreams.
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!
jennigetsit 