My Dear Readers,
I’ve been trying my hardest to ensure that personal essays arrive in your inbox, or on the website, each and every Tuesday and Thursday. Unfortunately, I am deeply humiliated to report that after disseminating the third part of this series to several editor friends — including one professorial spouse — it was determined that the piece is not yet fit for public consumption.
I’m writing about something complicated. I’m writing about something controversial. Apparently I am hostile.
I do not want to ruin lives, nor do I wish to get sued, although it seems to me that my only asset right now is breast milk. Perhaps I should go back to scrawling notes in my ratty spiral-bound notebook from 1998.
Bear with me. I’ll let you know when I’ve written something publishable.