She loved the things I made.
It didn’t matter what it was. Macaroni glued to a paper plate. A play my brother and I performed for her and Dad. A painting. An outfit. A song.
She’s why I keep making, keep creating. Because she told me the world needs to hear what I have to say.
She’s the only one to have ever read the first half of my unfinished and decidedly terrible first novel. The only one to lament my never finishing it.
Many years, countless creations, and three novels later, I have something new to give her. A story. And a song.
A story that feels as though it were harvested from my own body, untangled from my sinew and cut away from my bone.
So, here is the beginning. The first chapter of 13. It’s written and ready. All that’s left is for me to speak it into being.
For you, Mama.
This is the first draft of the narration track to my upcoming podcast. Feel free to subscribe if you’d like to stay in the know.
Pure beauty, my beautiful friend!September 8, 2017 at 8:59 pm
Thank you so much, Pasha! <3 <3 <3September 9, 2017 at 7:55 am
I am so glad that you listened to your beautiful Mom who encouraged you to share your gifts with the world because you my friend are so talented and you inspire me beyond words! Everything that you do is done with excellence!! This is so good!!! Love you Kindra!! 🙂September 9, 2017 at 4:52 pm
Thanks so much, Tonia! <3 <3 <3 Love you!September 9, 2017 at 5:26 pm