...Because I'm not supposed to post anything on social media about the memoir class I co-teach. I'm not naming names. But I do believe I've previously posted that to get to our classroom, we need multiple security clearances, and the men that we are teaching are not going anywhere for a very long time.
The men's writing continues to amaze me. There are two worlds 45 minutes from where I live, about which I've been completely ignorant. About 40 minutes - okay may an hour - south, and I'm in the neighborhood where many of these guys grew up. About 45 minutes to the north west, and I'm at the place they currently reside. Both places are rich with despair.
Painstakingly and with courage, every week these men chronicle their lives, digging deep into their experiences. I don't romanticize what they've done. But I'm so grateful to be able to help them get their fear, anger, regret, shame, hope, longing and love from out of their heads and on to paper.