Throwback Thursday - A 2012 A to Z Reflections Comment... #atozchallenge

On Monday, May 14, 2012, Tina Downey at Life is Good left on my A to Z Reflections Post but it got eaten by the Squarespace cyber wizards – a technical glitch that just didn’t let this one comment go through. Aren’t you all annoyed when that happens? I know I am, for sure.

Thankfully, Tina was kind and understanding enough to bring it to my attention and emailed her comment to me.

As I gear up to do my Reflections for this year’s A to Z Challenge, join me in taking a moment to highlight one of the comments of 2012 that made me smile and grateful to elicit such a response from one of the boldest people I’ve ever come to know -- all because of a typo on my end:

"This was one of the best reflections posts I've read so far. Your pain and passion and feelings rang loud and clear and true.  You persevered through quite a bit of challenges, and I admire you for that.  I'm really glad our paths have crossed and that you'll be a regular poster at the A-Z now.

It cracked me up that you called me Tiny instead of Tina.  There's kinda a history to that...used to be tiny, as in eating disorder.  Am now healthy, but a sturdy size 14, not a vanish-when-turned-sideways...but thanks for the mention.

I hear your frustration with visiting as encouraged and not having that returned.  I don't know if it was a pattern for all of us, my visitors certainly thinned out as well there at the end.  A month is a long time, and not everyone has the stamina.

Hugs,

Tina"

Stay tuned for the 2013 A to Z Challenge Reflections; Coming this weekend to a blog near you!

Art vs. Writing vs. Film - A Story in 250 Words…

I was born to a mother who is obsessed with the justice system and a dad who worked for a telephone company. Most of my childhood years were spent up North but I also resided in the South sometimes – to which I hated at first until I befriended a girl from New York, named Karina. I wasn’t your typical kid riding bicycles and going to playgrounds. I spent a lot of time writing stories, drawing pictures and assembling books – or at least, that’s what I called them.

I used to play “school” with my cousins in the library at one of my grandparents’ houses and assumed that my future lied in Fine Arts of some sort until my senior year in high school when I realized that all of the great artists -- painters, sculptors, etc. – that they teach us about are all dead. That didn’t sit well with me – I wanted my money before I kick the bucket.

In the meantime, I had been documenting the days at my high school with a video camera and following my uncle around as he recorded family gatherings. So when it came time to decide what I was going to do after graduation, I went to school to study film and video. Ironically these days, writing puts food on my table while I try to figure out how to carve out a filmmaking career. I haven’t lived long enough to have a “life story,” so this is where I’m at so far. 

I'm currently reading an autobiographical book written by a monk who performed in a punk-rock band, and am curious to know...what is the last memoir YOU read?