Where to Begin
Last week I taught a writing class (my classes are all called GOOD STORIES, a title that fits every class) in a place called a Half Way Shelter. People were transitioning from homeless shelters, and given studio apartments and services. Over 300 people, men and women, live in the building right on Times Square. A good friend of mine lived there for thirteen years. Where to begin was their question.
Where to Begin
A man in class he'd been in jail most of his life out now trying now what he wants from his life get a job to get an apartment even he said a girlfriend he has severe arthritis he takes so much medication that he is often tired even so he said he wants to try. But where to begin? How he asked do I tell my story? People often begin with their mothers he said. Maybe I could write about how I met my mother when I was twenty six. It was an accident. We were both in a shelter and my friend Maurice said Igor you and Mila look alike. Maurice was psychic so I didn't take him seriously but later in the elevator I said to Mila do you have any children? Three she said. I've never seen any of them. What are their names I asked her. Igor's the oldest. He was born on July 12 1978. That's my birthday I said her. Is that where I begin?