Gorgeous piece—thank you for sharing it. The third person journal concept also rocks my world. I will carry this line with me: “Each pool to him is like a portal to this place below and each is imperfect for the way it never offers him a way to stay.”
I live near you and know those pools, those places, the disappointments of the former, the freedoms of the latter. Also, I grew up in Central Maine and know those parental words, those admonishments. I never did learn to swim. I wish I had. I'm now a member of that aquatic center but do dry land training instead. You've encouraged me to dip a toe, or more, into the competition pool when the filter project completes.
Thank you for this notion of third-person memoir. It's affecting in a way I had not anticipated.
Beautiful. I like that it takes so long to get to your father, even though he’s in the subtitle. You trust us to wait for it and we do and it’s worth it.
The way you write. You have written how it is to live in a mixed race body better than anyone and it has helped me feel part of this world so thank you for that, and for all the other wonderful writing that goes directly into my soul. What a joy you are 💫💫
Purely wonderful, thank you, and it reminds me to bump “go swimming” up on my “to do“ list or better yet scrap the list and just go swimming. In case you don’t know it a bit of swimming joy in music is an old McGarriglesisters song:This summer I went swimming. It will lift your spirits and make you want to get right back in the pool.
Thank you for this, so transporting and moving. I was spellbound.
Thank you very much, Nancy.
Gorgeous piece—thank you for sharing it. The third person journal concept also rocks my world. I will carry this line with me: “Each pool to him is like a portal to this place below and each is imperfect for the way it never offers him a way to stay.”
This reminds me a lot of Katie Ledecky describing how swimming has helped in her struggle with POTS!
Beautiful on so many levels 🙂
I live near you and know those pools, those places, the disappointments of the former, the freedoms of the latter. Also, I grew up in Central Maine and know those parental words, those admonishments. I never did learn to swim. I wish I had. I'm now a member of that aquatic center but do dry land training instead. You've encouraged me to dip a toe, or more, into the competition pool when the filter project completes.
Thank you for this notion of third-person memoir. It's affecting in a way I had not anticipated.
Thanks so much. It’s a beautiful thing to swim—I hope you do.
Beautiful. I like that it takes so long to get to your father, even though he’s in the subtitle. You trust us to wait for it and we do and it’s worth it.
Thanks Victoria
I can recommend the Culver City public pool for when you're here in LA if you fancy swimming laps in the sunshine!
It looks glorious and is nearish to my hotel—thanks!
How tender your writing becomes when you write about childhood and familial bonds. This project is wonderful. I'm so glad you've taken it on.
Thank you so much for that observation especially.
The way you write. You have written how it is to live in a mixed race body better than anyone and it has helped me feel part of this world so thank you for that, and for all the other wonderful writing that goes directly into my soul. What a joy you are 💫💫
Well thank you, thanks very much.
Thank you for this. Gorgeous. It makes me cry.
Thank you so much.
Purely wonderful, thank you, and it reminds me to bump “go swimming” up on my “to do“ list or better yet scrap the list and just go swimming. In case you don’t know it a bit of swimming joy in music is an old McGarriglesisters song:This summer I went swimming. It will lift your spirits and make you want to get right back in the pool.
Thanks! I will look for it!
Gut punch reveal. Let me know if you find a good pool near AWP. 💙