Right now I'm working on a long poem about singing! My family sang a LOT--in church, at bedtime when we were little, on car & bus trips, as a social activity with friends, & whenever we were especially bored or happy or scared. Two of my sisters & I still have at least one songfest every time we take a cross-country trip to visit each other.

It has been amazing to write about this. I hadn't anticipated that it would to take me into some experiences of intense fear, but that's what has happened. And these memories have unearthed the most painful moment of my childhood, which did not involve singing: a fight that I witnessed--not a physical fight, but terrifying nonetheless. I'll be writing about that next--but thankfully, for now there's still work to do on the singing poem.