It showed up as a Facebook memory, a story I hadn’t thought about in years. I’d posted in August of 2009 on my blog and linked it from Facebook. The title was, “This Happened to a Friend of Mine.” The post received a grand total of one comment, from someone named “Anonymous.”
I started reading it. And I realize it hadn’t happened to a friend of mine. The premise was a variation of “asking for a friend.”
Seventeen years later, I’m not sure why I posted it. The situation had happened two months before. The account I posted was mostly true but not entirely, some things disguised or slightly changed to discuss what happened without pointing to specific people. It was an incredible difficult time, the kind of story that happens all the time in the corporate world but never makes LinkedIn.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Dancing Priest.
Photograph by Arlington Research via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Wednesday Readings
Murders for September – Jeremy Black at The Critic Magazine.
Sweat the Technique: On Writing Process and Possibilities – Lincoln Michel at Counter Craft.
Wendell Berry and the Choice of Life – Elizabeth Stice at Front Porch Republic.
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