Today’s writing prompt at CWP had to do with mothers. During sharing, tears flowed as we listened to each others. The emotion was hefty. Even a piece that wasn’t meant to be emotional made me cry. The structure was great, written by a guy. He talks about what his mom did for him at various ages: rubbing his back, making him laugh, etc. And then he talks about moving back home to be near her to do all those things for her. I cried. And that one wasn’t the biggest heart puller. I lost it when Robbie wrote about her family’s car rides beginning with the first one when her parents took her home from the hospital and ending with her mom and siblings in the limo transporting her father to the cemetery. Argh.

This afternoon we’re going to a Jim Crow exhibit at Ferris that can be so emotional from some that they require you be escorted through it, so the escorts can help you deal with unexpected emotions.

Today, we are doing a writing marathon. It involves going to several different places and doing writing prompts. I’m going to the fair, the Jim Crow exhibit and then to one of my fellow fellow’s houses to see her horses. It should be a good day. With tears and Kleenex tissue.

Thanks for playing.