Dear Life, September arrives with this: it’s time to sharpen my pencils, get the three-ring binder together and have my books ready for the first day of school. This began at six years old, a scholarly nerd wearing ankle socks and Mary Janes. Saturday I begin a Poetry Workshop. The week has been in preparation, reading poetry books and poems I’ve written. I need to choose one of my poems to workshop. Deadline to email poem has come and gone. Received kind note from teacher to send today.
Can I “let go of disapproving of myself”, be accepting of my chemo brain, and put on the ankle socks. Pencils and binder are ready!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

PRM 1960