Climbing the Rock Within by Jennifer Haig
Excerpt from Chapter 7:
Once I left for college in Oregon, Ivan kept in touch
with me through poetic letters, once illustrated in the
upper corner, a hummingbird hovered above a pink thistle.
The color detail allowed the figure to move, be suspended.
With all his words and images, Ivan gave more to me than
anyone. Afraid to show him my denied side, I mentioned
nothing of my illness.
I thought of how hardworking he was and how I had
stereotyped all the others at the party as “rich conservatives”
or “uncaring” ones not to understand me. I also knew he had
been out of bounds, without a tie, not of my financial background.
Now, I was scared, didn’t know what I wanted.