Many days an adventure unwinds that
isn’t my story. The events pivot
around one of my siblings, my son, my husband, or a very close friend. The
lessons learned, though applicable to many, still spur from someone else’s
life. As much as I long to write about the journey’s trials and tribulations, I
must remind myself, “It’s not my
story.”
If compulsion forces me to write and
to share, I get permission from the major role player, or I write poetry about
the essence of the experience. I create a short story that fictionalizes and
disguises all but the life lesson. In that way, I make the circumstances everyone’s story.
Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
