I thought I saw Edwidge Danticat today at the Art Institute. She was holding a copy of Create Dangerously. With the same cover as the one, I found when I fled home to find a copy. possessed after seeing it on Instagram. I read her back to back that summer. I thought maybe she was back again for Chicago Humanities or Chicago Ideas.I
I decided I knew this woman long before the book put the idea in my head and gave me an excuse to appreach. Some people are familiar in that way. I approached her certain I did know her. Gentle, I have seen the soul before. I loved this stranger, and I wanted to turn and run. She said I looked familiar and I started to back away. Wishing her well from somewhere deep. Maybe she was my best friends twin. My husbands mother, a rare and unusual inlaw. My favorite teacher.
Some people stur your soul, and you never know why. I hope I see her again. That I can sit at a table with her, I know I owe her a thank you sandwiched between laughter.