Writing Through Pain

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By Lauretta Zucchetti

It started with the discovery of a sock.

I found it in the garage, tucked behind a box of empty Pellegrino bottles I’d been meaning to recycle and several books that were overdue at the library.  Just one baby sock, its partner lost, this teeny thing no longer than the length of my index finger, no wider than my palm.  Pale blue, with a bright goldfish embroidered on the heel.

This damn sock socked me in my heart.

It was a fragile time, every morning as delicate as glass.  My daughter Isabella had just left for college.  Life had taken on an unfamiliar routine in her absence, meaning there was no routine at all.  With her arrival in the world, I had given up my career and had essentially taken on one role: that of a mother.  With her departure, I was jobless and irrelevant. …

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Why I’m Giving Up On Being Published

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A guest post from Woz Flint:

Woz FlintWhen I was five, I wrote my first poem about the wonders of bubblegum. It was silly, it was sassy, and it was my gateway into the world of the written word.

Over the years, I continued to pen poems and create characters for fun. This became part of who I was and I never thought twice about why I was doing it. I just did it and I loved it.

Yet, somewhere along the line, someone, perhaps a well-meaning teacher, suggested that maybe one day I’d become a published writer.

Something in me shifted.

I no longer longed to be a writer, but instead, a published one.

I got my first taste of publication when I landed a stringer position with a local community newspaper. I was so excited to share my words with the world. Or, in most cases, the family members and…

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