Last weekend, my brother finally graduated from college (wooo!) and I went down to Seattle to celebrate with family and friends. As the conversations meandered through the day, eventually this blog came up and, for some reason, I got really uncomfortable talking about it. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten uncomfortable talking about my writing but this time it really bothered me and I’ve been thinking about it more and more. After talking with a friend recently, I think I’ve pinned down why it’s been stuck in the back of my mind. Aaron and I talked about the relationship between writing and vulnerability and our culture’s unwillingness to own an idea or opinion.
Knowledge: Boats 