I love you, Virginia. And I could not be more honored to be in your life and writing. It was the pilgrimage of a lifetime, and it was only the first annual. See you in St. Ives, or on the writing lodge porch of our dreams, or just down the desk from you tomorrow <3 <3 <3
I love you, Virginia. And I could not be more honored to be in your life and writing. It was the pilgrimage of a lifetime, and it was only the first annual. See you in St. Ives, or on the writing lodge porch of our dreams, or just down the desk from you tomorrow <3 <3 <3
This was so beautiful!
I particularly loved this bullet:
“My mother wanted to name me Phoebe. How attached we become to the choices our parents almost made.”
♥️
Thank you, Emma. I think I could write four essays on my attachments to those choices not made!