Being left-handed, I worked hard at writing well.
A memory: First grade, a substitute teacher for the day. A regular elementary school in Houston, Texas. But that day I learned I was a spawn of the devil because I wrote with my left hand. The sub slapped my knuckles with a ruler each time I picked up the pencil.
Terrified, I had no idea what I was doing wrong.
I don’t know how he knew but soon thereafter, the principal walked into the classroom, asked the teacher to step outside.
We never saw her again, and someone new came in to take the class that day.
These days, I write on blank, unlined paper with a 9mm lead pencil. I love the freedom and unconfined space of the blank page. And I have never had the 9mm lead break on me, no matter how passionate my writing or scribbling.
white as winter snow
paper littered with graphite
scattered limbs of trees
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg