Ditto on waiting for On Permission with bated breath. Whenever I encounter your thoughts on this topic I lean all the way in. Also: “Our deepest stories are our best teachers. Let the weapons of the weak — the poison, the nagging, the gossip — burn themselves to ash.” 💞 Sending you lots of chamomile to calm the trembling
I needed to read this. I recently wrote an article about shame, coming out, and my dad. I was proud of my vulnerability. Then, he read it, and promptly uninvited me from Christmas. I ended up taking it down. But I plan to republish it, because it is my story to tell.
I really needed to read this today. A corollary to everything you have said: when you get free, and tell about how you did it, you pave the way for others to get free. Thank you for telling about it. I feel more free today having read it.
Dear Elissa, 💡As a memoirist I chose reflection on homes and lives in them and then decades from a comment my mom made. When I got to lives I had borrowed I collected photos. Thank you Elissa as you do you elicit my thoughts for prompts, centering and stepping stone colors.
I can't wait for On Permission. That book is going to mean to much to so many people, and I know I'm one of them. Thank you.
Truth! Much needed permission here. Thank you.
Elissa--I'm just now reading this; so glad I did. Thank you. I am thrilled to know I have your new book to look forward to.
your words = medicine. xo
Ditto on waiting for On Permission with bated breath. Whenever I encounter your thoughts on this topic I lean all the way in. Also: “Our deepest stories are our best teachers. Let the weapons of the weak — the poison, the nagging, the gossip — burn themselves to ash.” 💞 Sending you lots of chamomile to calm the trembling
This is beautiful and truthful and life-giving and gorgeously written, Elissa. What a gift—and just what I needed to hear. Thank you.
Shame is permissions's plasma... just wow. Thank you.
I feel both exposed and deeply seen here. Thank you.
YES
I needed to read this. I recently wrote an article about shame, coming out, and my dad. I was proud of my vulnerability. Then, he read it, and promptly uninvited me from Christmas. I ended up taking it down. But I plan to republish it, because it is my story to tell.
I really needed to read this today. A corollary to everything you have said: when you get free, and tell about how you did it, you pave the way for others to get free. Thank you for telling about it. I feel more free today having read it.
Dear Elissa, 💡As a memoirist I chose reflection on homes and lives in them and then decades from a comment my mom made. When I got to lives I had borrowed I collected photos. Thank you Elissa as you do you elicit my thoughts for prompts, centering and stepping stone colors.
I love this so much, am so grateful, and can't wait for the book. xoxo