I haven’t written here in a long time, because I’ve been writing elsewhere! Pushing for peer reaction, I’ve been in a few groups focused on writing, editing… and being a bit thicker-skinned about feedback, based on my roots of writing: poetry.
I am still dedicated to assisting families in the dwarfism community, and love the connections we’ve made and will continue to make on this blog, but I must keep Adelaide’s story her own and always ask before writing. In this way, I’ve been left to write less here, and share more family moments through our Insta and Facebook!
That being said… as I continue to write and edit, a forward was born to Blood on the Page, giving the title life. I’ve got plenty to share with the Fall season and Addie’s first grade year beginning, but until then:
Those aren’t tears dried around the delicate edges of the pages you’ve spent hours turning.
Curled around the last few swirls of fragrance in a tepid bath drinking in words that latch onto your soul.
The love and ache and yearning.
That’s my blood spilled across the paper.
Inked into the pulp– a collection of letters formed into words in Type A.
That font you brush your fingers over as you run your hand down the page you understand so deeply,
Blood on the page.