“Medicine, business, law, engineering these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life but poetry, beauty, romance, love these are what we stay alive for.”
Mrs. Pearson, my fourth grade teacher, was the first to notice my writing. I had just settled in that morning, unpacked my backpack and started on the day’s assignment. She tapped me and asked me to follow her into the hallway. Immediately all my actions from the previous week filled my head, what might I have done wrong? Mrs. Pearson was a wonderful teacher; practical, direct, supportive. She smiled on occasion but mostly she was practical. With a smile, she told me that my recent writing project was excellent and that I had a talent. I am the youngest of four daughters to immigrant parents. My parents held steady jobs that provided for a home and security but left them little energy at the end of the day. They assumed we did our homework and did our homework well. So hearing this from my teacher was foreign, surprising and motivating.