Gross Encounter

At first it was as off as an ogre, being struck with the details of a rather private snapshot of her life that one morning. Although she did spare us from the blow by blow account of freshly baked brownies swirling down drowning into the growling bowl, the unexpected outpour echoing away from my screen did make me cringe, not to mention, humiliated for the female author as it was too revealing, for me. But upon realizing at midpoint that the nature of the literature is the use of the tangible to relay abstract emotions, I was relieved. First, out of appreciation of the poetry, formally and substantially. Second, because I sensed healing in every word uttered...

Writing, a friend once told me, is an effective medicine in human psychology.