Oh Katrina. This reads like the most magnificently crafted piece of artistry. I found myself reading each section too eagerly in nervous anticipation of what was to come... but I then reminded myself to slow down and marvel at your exquisite word choice and vivid descriptions that take me back to my own growing up years. This story reads like a glorious chapter in a brilliant novel - and then I remember, you are writing about your life... only you can take a reader back to a time and place with mere words. It is a gift, my friend. Here, I felt your sister's frozen extremities and your broken heart. Here, I felt the preciousness of life. Here, I felt your remarkableness. Please never stop writing.
I was obsessed with that movie too. Wanted to be her. Of course, I did not want to be blind. And skate. Dangerous.
You so perfectly capture your relationships not only to your sister, but to yourself. Beautiful. Hugs to you.
Thank you, my friend. I wish we could go skating together some time. <3
Let's just decide that this will happen. No thin ice and not blind.
Can we sing, “Please don’t let this feeling end…” too?
Oh Katrina. This reads like the most magnificently crafted piece of artistry. I found myself reading each section too eagerly in nervous anticipation of what was to come... but I then reminded myself to slow down and marvel at your exquisite word choice and vivid descriptions that take me back to my own growing up years. This story reads like a glorious chapter in a brilliant novel - and then I remember, you are writing about your life... only you can take a reader back to a time and place with mere words. It is a gift, my friend. Here, I felt your sister's frozen extremities and your broken heart. Here, I felt the preciousness of life. Here, I felt your remarkableness. Please never stop writing.
I love you. Full stop. ❤️