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About Me — Linda Sharp
The writer who has to write in order to stay alive — I am not kidding.
My name is Linda Sharp. I didn’t use a picture of myself when I initially penned this because I felt safe, secure, and comfortable being knowingly unknown.
My words didn’t need a face because I felt my words can stand on their own, without me. That veil of privacy allowed me to be as honest as possible with my words.
But these are my words and I stand on them. And it came time for me to stand by them, so I’ve finally placed a picture here. So… this is me.
I appreciate you being as understanding, and as gentle with me as you possibly can. I have a lot of truths to tell.
I am an only child and I live with my mom in Queens, New York. I know most kids want to move out but my mom is my best friend and I only get one life with her.
We have all the time in the world to be apart when the inevitable happens. I want my time with her while I have the opportunity. So I stay home, and I stay close.
My mom is also battling a chronic illness that forces me to watch the brutal process of losing her. I will be writing about how painful the process of ambiguous grief is through the eyes of my intimate experience with it.
