You may be forgiven for believing that if you’ve had a relatively ordinary, happy life—if you grew up in a middle-class suburb with parents who were kind to you and did not have any chemical dependencies, if you and your family have always been relatively healthy, if you have never lived through a war, if your personal identity has never been so out of synch with everyone around you that you’ve had to face violent retribution—that you have no business writing a personal essay.
And then there’s “Channel B,” about how, during Stielstra’s lonely first winter of motherhood, a neighbor appeared on the second channel on her baby monitor, another isolated, frustrated new mother. Isn’t it good, she asks, when you learn you’re not alone in the world?
By Megan Stielstra (Curbside Splendor) Reading Fri 5/2, 7:30 PM Women and Children First 5233 N. Clark 773-769-9299womenandchildrenfirst.com
