In “Every Time He Shakes His Tail,” I remember my last year in graduate school, specifically the month of March, just six weeks before graduation. I almost didn’t graduate, and I would have been fine with that but it was not to be.
Mostly what I remember from that time is discovering writing. That alone would’ve been worth the study and the years. Honestly, I’m still learning from this experience and I remember it frequently.
As always, I offer the swinging bench. Take a few minutes, as this one is a bit longer than the others. Hope you enjoy it.