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Sometimes something can happen that I can’t write down until enough time has passed that my fingers don’t shake or tears don’t fall on my keyboard. One of those somethings happened at the end of last month.
“Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.”
“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.””
Sometimes something can happen that I can’t write down until enough time has passed that my fingers don’t shake or tears don’t fall on my keyboard. One of those somethings happened at the end of last month.
This all started in May 2025, when I volunteered to help clear a long stretch of the Blue Ridge Parkway of downed trees and limbs from a major ice storm earlier that winter. The BRP was a mess for months; cleaning crews with chainsaws and chippers started from both ends of the parkway, with the crew I was on somewhere in the middle.