Today is the end.
The last of 31 slices.
I have written about my dogs
Probably more than anything else.
I wonder what that says about me,
that the most interesting thing in my life
right now is my dogs.
I have written about my students
quite a few times,
some years I have written about them more,
and I wonder what that means
am I less compassionate,
or less observant,
am I watching less closely?
I have written about my sons
a few times
but there's that whole privacy thing
they're adults, their lives are their own,
and I'm not really sure how much I should say.
Sometimes though, because their lives are so connected with mine,
I can't help it,
and I write about them.
I have written about my mom,
We almost lost her in February,
and it was so, so scary.
That writing was hard,
because she is 87,
she's doing great now,
but I wonder how many more years she will be in my slices.
I wrote about writing several times
and about commenting.
I don't think I'm writing very well these days.
And that bothers me.
I don't get very many comments on my writing,
and if I'm really honest,
that bothers me,
more than a little.
I wonder if I am boring.
I wrote one of those formula things.
It was fun.
And it got a lot of comments.
But I'm not sure,
That those really fit my definition of slicing.
So now it's done.
Tomorrow is the beginning.
National Poetry Month.
I am wondering if I have thirty more days of writing in me.