Oct 19, 2022
6 min read
I Write to Spite my Mother
She told people I couldn’t write and never would be able to
“She wouldn’t know creative writing if it hit her in the head,” my mother said to my aunt, laughing. “I mean, look at this.” She pulled out a page from my school work as I was homeschooled at the time.
“The cow is in the field” my aunt read.
